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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[eyecontact]

Jericho uncurled out of his crunched-up posture to extend his hands to accept both book and pencil, but stopped short, stuck suddenly with a notion. One hand lifted up enough to shake, opposing the offering before his wrist flicked down pointing at the pencil, tapping the bottom corner of the page. With his other hand he, mimicked the act of writing, while his lips drew back in extra emphasis of the word he couldn't say aloud.

Sign.

[obfuskate]

Ah...

Aha, aw. Shadow got the message quite clearly. He wanted him to sign it, to make a mark of ownership on his own artwork. Jericho undoubtedly didn't want anyone to think he drew this. The idea of that got the corner of his lip tugging upward, doing so beyond his control, and... was that a little purr? That just might have been.

"Fine. One moment."

He pressed the pencil back down on paper, only for a brief moment to sign his name in lovely letters:

[eyecontact]

The boy grinned, feeling strangely pleased by the simple act. He couldn't really explain why if he had to, but it was just enough to ease some of the queasiness in his stomach.

With that done, he nodded his approval, accepting the book back at last. Once he'd pressed his thumb down on the pencil against the page to keep it from rolling away, he drew his free hand to his lips, letting it drop down, palm-up as he mouthed thank you.

[obfuskate]

A soft, pleasant hum was all he gave in response, that persistent grin still trying his muzzle despite his growing desire to eliminate it. Shadow rose, taking to stretching his fingers all the way down to his toes, bending and curving to flex out every muscle in his body again.

"Mm, this will do."

He straightened back up, feeling plenty more refreshed and rejuvenated. He was ready to get back to business, but not without sneaking a glance back at him and curtly nodding. He wasn't sure how to word the feelings stirring within him, urging to release themselves, so he hesitated even as he finally spoke, voice cracking.

"I... appreciated the company."

That would do it.