[Julian nods his acquiescence because the other man makes an excellent point-- he hasn't even met his roommate yet, and stumbling in drunk late at night might not be the best first impression to make.
Out into the night they go, and it is far brighter than any night he's accustomed to. Vesuvia may be nicely equipped with lanterns to light one's way, but whatever energy source they have here certainly lights up the dark far more impressively than anything Julian has seen before. He takes note of it and of Geralt's words whilst he distractedly digs around in his pockets in search of the previously-mentioned gloves, eventually coming up victorious with a brightly exclaimed ah-ha! as he does so. It's during his attempts to put them on - protection from the bitter cold - that he stumbles, laughs at his own clumsiness, moves to take hold of that offered arm.]
Ah, sorry. I'm a little more tipsy than I imagined. But quite, quite-- I prefer the oil lanterns we have in Vesuvia, myself. It creates a better ambiance. This is all rather clinical and glaring, isn't it?
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Out into the night they go, and it is far brighter than any night he's accustomed to. Vesuvia may be nicely equipped with lanterns to light one's way, but whatever energy source they have here certainly lights up the dark far more impressively than anything Julian has seen before. He takes note of it and of Geralt's words whilst he distractedly digs around in his pockets in search of the previously-mentioned gloves, eventually coming up victorious with a brightly exclaimed ah-ha! as he does so. It's during his attempts to put them on - protection from the bitter cold - that he stumbles, laughs at his own clumsiness, moves to take hold of that offered arm.]
Ah, sorry. I'm a little more tipsy than I imagined. But quite, quite-- I prefer the oil lanterns we have in Vesuvia, myself. It creates a better ambiance. This is all rather clinical and glaring, isn't it?