[Jaskier jogs the short distance to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the rooms upon spotting him, but stops there rather than following Dylan up further.]
[He made the decision to give Dylan a bit of space after... Well. Everything. The other night. It seemed the right thing to do in giving Dylan the breathing room to recover and figure out how he wanted to talk about it further, assuming that he wanted to talk about it at all. But as the day began stretching itself into two... There was taking space and then there was silence, and it was beginning to feel increasingly like the latter. Jaskier would have thought after at least a day there would be something from Dylan. Even if it wasn't talking about the whole werewolf thing, at least a silly little text or something. Not this complete and utter silence as though Dylan had never been.]
I was beginning to think you managed to make it back home. [It's not as direct a call out as it possibly could be, but Jaskier doesn't particularly feel inclined to rub Dylan's nose in it so much as let him know that he knows when he's being avoided. He also isn't looking to ambush the poor man either, offering Dylan a bit of choice in the matter as he asks,] Do you have a few minutes? Or shall I try to find you after my set?
[He hadn't come here looking for Dylan specifically, after all. Most of the time if Jaskier's at the hotel, it's to see Geralt or Yennefer or someone else who still resides here. Otherwise, it's purely for the opportunity to play to a crowd.]
backdated to a couple of days after the full moon
[Jaskier jogs the short distance to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the rooms upon spotting him, but stops there rather than following Dylan up further.]
[He made the decision to give Dylan a bit of space after... Well. Everything. The other night. It seemed the right thing to do in giving Dylan the breathing room to recover and figure out how he wanted to talk about it further, assuming that he wanted to talk about it at all. But as the day began stretching itself into two... There was taking space and then there was silence, and it was beginning to feel increasingly like the latter. Jaskier would have thought after at least a day there would be something from Dylan. Even if it wasn't talking about the whole werewolf thing, at least a silly little text or something. Not this complete and utter silence as though Dylan had never been.]
I was beginning to think you managed to make it back home. [It's not as direct a call out as it possibly could be, but Jaskier doesn't particularly feel inclined to rub Dylan's nose in it so much as let him know that he knows when he's being avoided. He also isn't looking to ambush the poor man either, offering Dylan a bit of choice in the matter as he asks,] Do you have a few minutes? Or shall I try to find you after my set?
[He hadn't come here looking for Dylan specifically, after all. Most of the time if Jaskier's at the hotel, it's to see Geralt or Yennefer or someone else who still resides here. Otherwise, it's purely for the opportunity to play to a crowd.]