less a hobby and more an outlet [OPEN]

[eyecontact]

Date & Time: Daytime this week
Location: Outdoors, still within the Hold perimeter
Characters: Jericho, you, some pencils and paper
Summary: Superhero sketchin vermin TOTALLY LEGIT RIGHT
Warnings: ?


He hasn't had much by way of friendly fauna to work with since...well, since Exsilium happened. And even well before that! So imagine that – seeing a scrawny little rat was exciting enough to stop everything, get the sketchbook out, and try his best to draw as fast as he can. Exciting moreso, perhaps, because these kinds of things are such races: Who knows how long that critter's going to be gnawing on that nondescript piece of trash on the other side of the alleyway?



He chewed his cheek, face scrunching up now and then as he tried to etch out the little shape to match what was just a few feet away.

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[hornedomen]

Ico felt at ease as Jericho smiled. There was not a sound, but Ico knew he laughed. Was his pronunciation that bad? He laughed a little himself.

"Jericho," he slowly pronounced every syllable before putting them together. Now that he knew how to say it, it did not seem like such a strange name.

"Did you finish any drawings, Jericho? Can I see them?"

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Ico got a very certain nod and a brighter smile when he said the name right. One hurdle jumped, at least!

Of course, the smile kind of faltered at the questions – this time, not for a flurry, but for the content itself. Jericho was still quite timid about his art at that time, still unused to having an audience or any kind of critique beyond his own and a very, very select few. His face grew a bit red, though mercifully hard to see in the gloom, and his shoulders drew up again out of a reflexive, timid habit. He shook his head quickly, smile crooked, as one hand lifted and tried to dismiss the idea.

[hornedomen]

"Okay." Though he was curious to see, Ico was not upset. It was Jericho's drawings and if he did not want to show them, then he respected his decision. Considering that, Ico assumed he would also not want to draw together.

"What about that?" He leaned over and he pointed at the pencil. "Could I see it? Is it charcoal?"

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He blinked, not sure what that was right away. Jericho's eyes dipped down to where Ico pointed and – oh! – got it quickly then. Handing it over eraser first, Jericho shook his head. No, not charcoal. Just...well. Probably graphite? Maybe?

What were pencils in the far-flung future made of? He never bothered to check...

[hornedomen]

The pencil was a curiosity to him. He inspected it by lightly running his nail across it. Not charcoal, indeed. Whatever it was, it felt like a stone. It left a light imprint, much lighter than he expected. He wondered if that made it difficult to write.

The pink end of the pencil baffled him. He did not know where to begin thinking about what its purpose was. He squeezed it between his thumb and finger. Then he pretended to write with that end on the back of his hand.

Ico laughed sheepishly before handing the pencil back. "I've never seen this before. We use quills in Toksa."

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Jericho watched, finding Ico's straightforward wonder and unfamiliarity with the tool kind of endearing. He took it back, turning it around between finger and thumb to press the eraser to the paper and rub off a few of the letters out of his spelled-out name, tilting the page toward the boy after carefully dusting off eraser flecks away.

See?

[hornedomen]

"It erases," he said his thoughts aloud.

He traced his fingers over where the letters previously existed. After seeing plenty of complex designs in the future, he marvelled at the simple and convenient.

"What is it?"

[eyecontact]

Eraser :)

Jericho gave a shrug, smiling crookedly at him. It was pretty much exactly as he said! Nothing fancy. Really, Jericho had been surprised to still find pencils about in the far-flung future.

But, then again...some things can't be improved on much more before becoming inconvenient, right?

[hornedomen]

"Eraser," he said. A simple name and he assumed it only applied to the pink piece. "Could you show me where you found this?" he pointed at the pencil again. "I'd like to draw with it."

[eyecontact]

Oh, well...

Jericho nodded, starting to shift where he sat and gathering up his things lest they topple and spill on his way up. With everything carefully carried in one arm, he dusted the seat of his pants with the free hand, giving a glance left and right to get his bearings. When he was pretty sure, he looked to Ico, pointing before starting to walk that way.

A lot of the stores could suffice for something as simple as a pencil, so it was only a matter of finding the closest one. He was sure of one not a block or so away...

[hornedomen]

Ico started in the direction Jericho pointed, eager to stretch his legs again. He did not go too far ahead. Even if he knew he bought it from a store, he did not know which one. He looked around and he waited for Jericho to come closer.

"I could carry that for you," he said.