What? [Jaskier frowns as though he's tasted something unpleasant at the request.] No.
The hangover from that piss they consider decent drink where I was before might be gone, but that ended up being the least of my worries for the day even before I came here. [Spending most of the time you've been awake huddling underneath a stone table hoping you don't get stepped on or otherwise eaten by some very large, very nasty basilisks while everyone is fighting for their lives and/or being self-sacrificing at the eleventh hour oddly doesn't lend itself to someone giving it their best performance-wise. Never mind the way down here's contribution.] Never mind that I haven't had a proper rehearsal in days what between the kidnapping, false imprisonment, and everything else.
And while I wouldn't expect to receive my usual fare here given that I am, unfortunately, back to being a relative unknown, god or not, [Jaskier says, smacking Tech on the shoulder before folding his arms as though his very honor has been insulted.] A personal request doesn't come for free. I am an artist, not a monkey.
[He drums his fingers on his arm for just a few seconds and glances up at the ceiling briefly. That's about as long as it takes before Jaskier sighs like Tech was pleading or otherwise trying to convince him to change his mind even though there hasn't been any opportunity to do as much. Jaskier throws his hands up dramatically.]
Alright, fine! Consider it repayment for not being an arse and making this shit day a little less shit with some decent company. You get one. One song. What are you in the mood for? [Once again before Tech can say anything, Jaskier interjects abruptly.] And don't name or refer to some song I've never heard of or so help me, I'll take it back and you get nothing. Give me a mood. A sound. Something that would please you right now.
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The hangover from that piss they consider decent drink where I was before might be gone, but that ended up being the least of my worries for the day even before I came here. [Spending most of the time you've been awake huddling underneath a stone table hoping you don't get stepped on or otherwise eaten by some very large, very nasty basilisks while everyone is fighting for their lives and/or being self-sacrificing at the eleventh hour oddly doesn't lend itself to someone giving it their best performance-wise. Never mind the way down here's contribution.] Never mind that I haven't had a proper rehearsal in days what between the kidnapping, false imprisonment, and everything else.
And while I wouldn't expect to receive my usual fare here given that I am, unfortunately, back to being a relative unknown, god or not, [Jaskier says, smacking Tech on the shoulder before folding his arms as though his very honor has been insulted.] A personal request doesn't come for free. I am an artist, not a monkey.
[He drums his fingers on his arm for just a few seconds and glances up at the ceiling briefly. That's about as long as it takes before Jaskier sighs like Tech was pleading or otherwise trying to convince him to change his mind even though there hasn't been any opportunity to do as much. Jaskier throws his hands up dramatically.]
Alright, fine! Consider it repayment for not being an arse and making this shit day a little less shit with some decent company. You get one. One song. What are you in the mood for? [Once again before Tech can say anything, Jaskier interjects abruptly.] And don't name or refer to some song I've never heard of or so help me, I'll take it back and you get nothing. Give me a mood. A sound. Something that would please you right now.