[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Smash City- Alcamoth [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (89/90) -> Lvl 9 (90/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 534 words[/center]

Geralt's first real night adjusting to his new...additions was awkward. He'd been too tired the previous night to do more than remove his armor and padding, and pass out. 

This night, though, he had a wife to listen to. "You really should see about clipping those nails, Geralt, they're practically [i]claws![/i]" Yennefer exclaimed, pointing at one of his hands. To which Geralt replied with a roll of the eyes. 

"They [i]are[/i] claws, Yen. And if I'm ever forced into a fight where my swords aren't usable, they can provide a viable alternative against monsters with hardened hide." Always a fight with her. Though, he'd have hated if she rolled over on everything, too, so he rolled with it. 

"Be that as it may, I will not have you scratching me with those...things. I can't imagine they'd be gentle." 

"Sharper the blade, the cleaner the cut. And a beast's claws tend to get quite sharp." Geralt retorted with a waggle of the eyebrow. 

"I'm honestly not sure how you made that an innuendo, Geralt, and I'm not sure whether to be impressed or exasperated." Yen sighed. 

"I like impressed more. Usually leads to a nicer night." The Witcher [i]purred[/i].

"Oh, is that what that was? Trying to impress me?" Yen returned with a husky voice. "Then clip the nails." Her voice instantly changed toa  flat, bored tone.

"They're [i]claws[/i], like I just said..."

Yes, a wonderful night indeed. 

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When the morning came, Geralt and Yennefer climbed out of bed, and as many old people do, gave their bodies a nice stretch to get out all the kinks that laying immobile tended to make. "Ahhhhh, that hits the spot. Need to get some food in me."

"Really, Geralt? It's like you've become obsessed with food." Yennefer taunted. 

"Between the larger frame, the being stuck on a sub-aquatic vessel for hours and cursed to starve to death, and the fact that this place can make things we've never even dreamed of? I'm alright with a little obsession." Geralt playfully responded. "Besides, I need the calories more now if anything. Still feels a little wrong to be this...[i]gaunt[/i]." 

Yen merely hummed in response. He wasn't exactly wrong, but she didn't outright say that. She had [i]some[/i] tact, and she knew how difficult it could be, dealing with...unpleasantness with one's body. Sure, she would mock him for poor style, but style was fixable. He couldn't mold his body like she'd been able to. "Well, we'd best not dawdle forever, then." She instead commented, diplomatically. 

As the two were eating, much like Nadia, they were interrupted by Moogle warning them of the imminent meeting. Their reaction, thankfully, was more subdued, and did not involve violently grabbing the thing, though Geralt had come close before he policed his instincts. "Best not to sneak up on a monster hunter if you can help it..." he grumbled, though he understood that they just...kind of [i]did[/i] that. 

Once the two finished their meal, they headed to the meeting area and joined the rest of the Seekers in waiting for it to begin, with Geralt and Yennefer re-introducing each other to those the other had only met.