[ Wait, what? What?? Did he just say "no?" Of all the answers Tech expected -- no wasn't one of them. All that bravado to sell himself as the best of the best, snowballing into excuse upon excuse upon excuse. Yeah, yeah. Life is shit. Hell is shit. But it's not like it's going to get any better, so might as well sing it out, right?
The look on his face grows increasingly flatter when Jaskier continues on and his eyes only flicker to that hand on his shoulder. What the fuck does he expect for payment around here? It's not like they're getting money. Or that money even matters. People tend to barter for information and in that case, he's already paid his dues for like 10 songs at least!
But whatever. He shrugs it off, prepared to move on. Jaskier doesn't wanna do it, so Tech will just leave a disappointed customer. Which, he starts to do -- only for Jaskier to change his tune and essentially convince himself. Well. If that hadn't been a journey. A long, convoluted journey of Jaskier's own making... ]
Jesus. Are you always this way?
[ He knows the answer is probably yes. Jaskier has been nothing, if not, his most chatty self. Tech pulls out his phone, his personal one -- not one of the devices they gave out upon arrival. He takes a moment, scrolling through endless libraries of techno until he gets to something that might be a little more up to Jaskier's speed. While Tech does love modern music (and the more modern and electric the better), there will always be a fondness for classical music if only because that was how he came to be in the new age. Just him and a boy who created a computer program to compose music in the style of Bach.
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The look on his face grows increasingly flatter when Jaskier continues on and his eyes only flicker to that hand on his shoulder. What the fuck does he expect for payment around here? It's not like they're getting money. Or that money even matters. People tend to barter for information and in that case, he's already paid his dues for like 10 songs at least!
But whatever. He shrugs it off, prepared to move on. Jaskier doesn't wanna do it, so Tech will just leave a disappointed customer. Which, he starts to do -- only for Jaskier to change his tune and essentially convince himself. Well. If that hadn't been a journey. A long, convoluted journey of Jaskier's own making... ]
Jesus. Are you always this way?
[ He knows the answer is probably yes. Jaskier has been nothing, if not, his most chatty self. Tech pulls out his phone, his personal one -- not one of the devices they gave out upon arrival. He takes a moment, scrolling through endless libraries of techno until he gets to something that might be a little more up to Jaskier's speed. While Tech does love modern music (and the more modern and electric the better), there will always be a fondness for classical music if only because that was how he came to be in the new age. Just him and a boy who created a computer program to compose music in the style of Bach.
He finds Bach's Prelude in C Major and plays it for Jaskier, looking toward him curiously. ]
Could you do something that fits this kinda mood?
[ Something a little upbeat, optimistic, with an undertone of nostalgia. ]