Would it kill you to be less of a dick for a minute? [ Internal sigh. Geralt begins peeling off the rest of his clothes, hardened leather bits he'd decided were too much of a hassle to wrangle away when he'd first returned.
Thunk. Pieces dropped on the floor. The blood-smell only increases as he peels off something that's congealed to his skin. ]
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Thunk. Pieces dropped on the floor. The blood-smell only increases as he peels off something that's congealed to his skin. ]
Teleporter. Sucked.