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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[foolish_seal]

The mouse ran away... Minato looks towards the other boy and gives a small bow of apology. He probably should have stopped sooner than he did.

"...Sorry."

[eyecontact]

The stare Jericho gave wasn't much by way of offense, really, but he did do a deal of gawking. He was a stranger, after all, and the boy was trying to figure out if that was actually true or not!

But the rude staring ceased at the apology, snapping out of it and shaking his head quickly. He pushed a meek smile, as apologetic (moreso?) than the words he was given. Pushing himself up off the dirty ground, he laced his pencil between his fingers to give him the means to waving, trying to dismiss the need to be sorry at all.

[foolish_seal]

Not much of a talker, it seems. Minato nods, understanding the sentiment. No hard feelings, at least, but at this point it would seem a bit cold to just walk away without at least some conversation.

"Were you trying to draw it?"

[eyecontact]

The boy gave a little nod, his smile turning more sheepish than sorry. He tucked the sketchbook under his arm, passing the pencil to that hand, freeing up the other to rub the back of his neck. It looked a little strange, didn't it? Crouched on the dirty ground in an alleyway, drawing rats...

[foolish_seal]

He offers a small smile, to ease the guy's concern.

"Nothing wrong with that." He's seen a lot stranger out there.

[eyecontact]

Jericho smiled meekly in return, giving his turtleneck a little tug by hooking it with his pinky before letting his hand drop. It'd be nice if he could shout words back, say something friendly in greeting...Instead, he lifted his sketchbook with a dubious little frown and hesitation, glancing over at the stranger before making his decision to quickly scrawl something out.

Pink-faced, he trotted over, turning the page over as he moved, and held it out for him to read, trying to push a smile and expression to match the words.

Hello
Are you looking for something out here?

[foolish_seal]

Minato raises a brow when he returns to his sketchbook. was he going to show him something, or just trying to ignore him?

The latter concern was alleviated when he holds out his sketchbook, however. Minato reads over the message, making a mental note that this guy was probably mute in some respect, if he communicated like this. He's never encountered that before. Curious...

"Nah. Just wandering around. Nothing better to do."

[eyecontact]

Oh.

Well, that didn't offer him much to...to offer, did it? Jericho's toes curled in his boots for a moment, feeling a rush of discomfort, uncertainty. Voicelessness aside, he wasn't the best conversationalist! And what if it turned out nothing turned out being better than him being around at all? Well...

Well, that couldn't be helped, right? Jericho tried at a smile again, his shoulders shrugging up haplessly as he nodded his understanding. It'd been awfully quiet, after all...certainly not a bad thing!