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[curruid_coinchenn]

i'll be there shortly.

[ Berserker has mostly just been holed up in his apartment because it's too cold for him to exist. This is the first time he's been outside in a couple of days and he's bundled up probably more than strictly necessary. He waits outside the shop and send a follow up message (likely unnecessary, but it's fine). ]

i'm outside whenever you're finished.

[niespodzianka]

[ Geralt is already stepping out to meet him, aware of Berserker's nearness thanks to the Bond - something he's still not used to navigating, but acclimating to smoothly in his own way. Slow and thoughtful.

He nods in greeting, barely noticing the cold. He put a thermal layer under his normal gear and called it a day, having long since developed a comfort in frigid weather thanks to where he grew up. ]

You might need one of the greenhouse wraps, [ he jokes in his scraping voice. Dragonflower? ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ The joke isn't terribly appreciated, but it barely gets more than an annoyed glance in response. It's fine, he's used to it by now. Berserker pulls down the scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face. ]

I'd take anything to cut the cold right now. [ Even with the layers he's wearing, cold air still gets in around the necessary slits in his clothing for his wings and tail. Truly being warm is only guaranteed indoors. ] But...here.

[ He produces from his coat pocket a darkened silver-capped canine tooth, probably from a petal wolf or something similar, hanging from a similarly darkened silver chain. It's engraved faintly with runes -- it's not enchanted, though. ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Geralt's about to just ask him to come inside, but then he's given a mysterious item. The witcher holds it in his palm and takes a look at it, tilting it to watch the light glint against silver and the fine lines of the runes. They look so almost like the way elves write out magic spells, it makes something in the back of his brain itch.

It's pretty, he thinks, in a vicious way. He looks up. ]

Thank you. [ Manners. But he's more curious, than anything. ] Special occasion?

[curruid_coinchenn]

No, it's just to mark our Bond. A gift for your trust in me.

[ He'd given something similar to Diarmuid not long after they Bonded -- a boar's tusk (cruel, considering the way he died). Emotions are not his strong suit, to say the least, so he shows his gratitude in ... interesting ways. Carefully selected bones from his hoard made into jewelry is not the worst way he could show it, at least. ]