[And there lies at least one distinct difference between Julian and Geralt's friend the bard; Julian is of the distinct opinion that his company is really best avoided, or at least should be drastically minimised. He's a disaster waiting to happen, this he thinks he knows, and considers it best that no-one get too close to him for fear of them being caught in the blast when things inevitably explode.
Tonight though, for once, his mind is one something other than what he imagines to be his own cursed nature, and his good-natured laugh comes soft and warm as they step from the lift and into that pristine hallway. Whilst the place he's been set up in is something of a dive, it's still a good sight better than all manner of other places he's holed up in. But this-- it really is something else. All the clean lines, the white and the black, he isn't too sure what to make of them, so very different is all of this to the kind of architecture he knows. But the great glass panels at the end of the hall, that's quite something.]
Oh, would you look at this!
[His words are a pleased exclamation as he moves falteringly towards the view, movements still impeded by the gin in his blood, intent on getting a better look at the sparkling night-time view beyond. Even the view from the Palace in Vesuvia can't quite compare to the sprawling vista set before him now.]
It's quite the view, isn't it?
[And he presses his palms flat to the glass, stares out at the night-shrouded city below.]
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Tonight though, for once, his mind is one something other than what he imagines to be his own cursed nature, and his good-natured laugh comes soft and warm as they step from the lift and into that pristine hallway. Whilst the place he's been set up in is something of a dive, it's still a good sight better than all manner of other places he's holed up in. But this-- it really is something else. All the clean lines, the white and the black, he isn't too sure what to make of them, so very different is all of this to the kind of architecture he knows. But the great glass panels at the end of the hall, that's quite something.]
Oh, would you look at this!
[His words are a pleased exclamation as he moves falteringly towards the view, movements still impeded by the gin in his blood, intent on getting a better look at the sparkling night-time view beyond. Even the view from the Palace in Vesuvia can't quite compare to the sprawling vista set before him now.]
It's quite the view, isn't it?
[And he presses his palms flat to the glass, stares out at the night-shrouded city below.]