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[niespodzianka]

Usually women want to see me in ropes
I don't know how to make the still image

[gehennawind]

[ lord in heaven ]

You have rope? Leather's nice, too.

To send the 'still image', you [ the gentlest, most old people-friendly explanation of the process ensues ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Doesn't everyone have rope? She's definitely seen him in leather, though, that was all he owned before finally buying a few pieces of normal clothes in Aefenglom.

Minutes tick by.

Eventually, Paloma receives a picture, of the side of a run-down wall, wooden slats and all, illuminated by candlelight. ]

[gehennawind]

Is there something special about your wall?

[ if she lets on that she's laughing at him he might give up!!! ]

[niespodzianka]

[ A series of pictures follow. Most are blurry, because Geralt does not understand the need to hold the watch still, or really where the picture is being taken from (mainly because he doesn't understand the mechanics of it at all).

- Walls
- Ceiling?
- Blurry thing
- His shoes
- One, finally, in focus, is the pile of books he's going through, and a lantern with a violet wax candle in it
- Blurry shoes
- Out of focus view of the top of Geralt's head from a distance; apparently he dropped or chucked it ]

[gehennawind]

[ She can't take any pictures now, either, because Paloma is nearly nude in her rooftop garden and her tits are shaking. Hysterics. ]

hold on

[ Okay.

Okay.

Crying a little bit, she angles the watch JUST so, sending him a pity-picture. This one's of her butt and back from a higher angle, top-down. They're cryptids. ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Only when the watch beeps because of Paloma's messages does Geralt realize that he's been a.) taking photos and b.) sending them.

What the f u c k.

At least that picture of her ass is soothing. Or ... the opposite of soothing. These are much more effective at eliciting a physical lurch in reaction than erotic drawings. ]

You're better at this than I am

[gehennawind]

[ Poor bastard. An inaccurate image of Geralt collapsed against a wall in depression, polaroids of breasts and asses fluttering desolately around him, tickles her into another fit. ]

Aim at whatever you think is your best feature?

[niespodzianka]

Can I capture my eyesight in the dark in a still image

[gehennawind]

Buddy, do you need some suggestions?

[niespodzianka]

I guess

[ He's old and pale and scarred, like ... what would he photograph. His dick ?? he's not gettin that out. ]

[gehennawind]

Would you hold them against me if I said your tits?

[niespodzianka]

Haha

[ Good joke. He likes it.

And it takes Geralt a while, but he does eventually send her a picture of himself, focused on his torso. Arms a little awkward, he obviously doesn't know how to pose for anything. And why would he? Bare from the middle up, his shirt is in a ball in his lap. The shot cuts off at his throat, all his scars and sparse chest hair on display. (Sometimes a ladyfriend will wax it off, which can be very enjoyable. No matter how manly you are, pelts are difficult when half your skin is scar tissue.) ]

[gehennawind]

[ Pelt and scars and all, Geralt is a fucking delight to ogle. ]

Think I feel a song coming on...

[niespodzianka]

All that sounds romantic
until you're friends with a bard and it happens

[gehennawind]

No!

Did he sing about your breasts, Geralt?

[niespodzianka]

He's not here so I'm not telling

[ She can ask Lambert at her own risk - more likely to get a hateful rant about the famous Geralt of Rivia instead of anything funny. ]

[gehennawind]

[ Experiencing that will be fabulous. Fantastic. ]

So, you're saying your tits are totally art.

I really like that confidence in a person. Can you spare some?

[niespodzianka]

You'd have to go through the trials and lose your emotions
I like yours this way

[gehennawind]

[ Oh, what the fuck, that got her in the heart. Speaking of emotions. ]

Thanks, Geralt. Normally people don't care for their... volume.

Emotionless seems like an inaccurate word to describe you?

[niespodzianka]

I appreciate volume

[ The intensity reaches through the grey haze of his dampened understanding. ]

It's a misnomer I guess
but we're not normal
the chemicals that replace our natural ones do things to the makeup of our brains
to keep us from panicking and to keep us neutral
Makes shit different

[gehennawind]

[ This poorly thought-out pic exchange's turned out to be reassuring on a number of levels. ]

You can see pretty clearly, don't you? Kindred (people like me) might be less nasty without panic or rage to make us frenzy. [ Whoa there! Deleting that! ]

I bet you won't need glasses in your old age, either.

[niespodzianka]

I see a lot
colors humans don't understand

How old do you think I am

[gehennawind]

Between forty and fifty-five.

[ Just sort of tweaking the higher number down from sixty, which is the actual upper range of her estimation. ]

[niespodzianka]

Yeah right

[ He knows his SICK ABS don't look old, at least. ]

I think 100
could be more by now I'm not sure