Jericho slipped, again.
He didn't usually slip, doing this.
But Elliot was staring at him and it was more than nerve-wracking, to say the least.
He sighed, shoulders slumping as he turned to him. Can I help you?
"No." He said, shrugging. "I just like watching you. It's interesting watching your fighting style."
Kyd had been coming around a lot lately.
The Titans hadn't worked out for Jericho. He was still an honorary member, but he missed Tibet too much. He missed his village, his people, his family. He'd lived there for so long, and it was just too much of a process getting used to the city.
He still went back and forth. The Titans didn't know about that, but they didn't have to.
Elliot came around often, now.
Elliot. That's what Kyd Wykkyd's name was. He preferred that much more than his villain name, Jericho thought it suited him better. Elliot, dark and mysterious and dorky and intelligent, like him.
Elliot still had really pretty eyes, even when he was lightly bullying Jericho and bumming around his cabin to escape the noise of his own teammates.
Jericho huffed and threw a towel at Kyd, narrowly missing his face.
You should too. He signed.
"Should what? Sweat for no real reason? Exert valuable and rare energy that I have?" He mocked. He came around a lot since he'd invite Elliot the very first time, a few weeks after they'd met when Elliot was starting to lose his sense of cool around people.
Exercise. Good for you.
Kyd snorted, rolling his eyes. "Sure. I'll pass. I don't do all the flips and the punches like you do."
Nothing fancy. Could show you. He signed, smiling.
Kyd gulped, standing up and backing away. "No- I don't- wanna intrude, I'm okay, really-"
Jericho pouted up at him with large, imploring eyes and damn Elliot and damn his shitty taste in men. You could show me?
He sighed, absolutely miserable. "...Fine. Just a few things. Then I'm going back to bed."
Jericho smiled impishly at him. My bed?
"Your bed is comfier than mine." Elliot snapped, taking off the sweatshirt he was wearing to reveal a tank top. Jericho laughed at him.
He wondered when he'd started sleeping here so often during his breaks from the five. It was strange- one might consider the amount of time they spent together and the sheer emotional comfort between them to even be romantic. Jericho didn't. Elliot did, even though it terrified him.
Jericho made him want to do a lot of things that terrified him. Open up to people, go out in broad daylight in the village with nothing to hide his identity, spend more than two hours at a time with someone he was actually coming to see as a friend.
Jericho was an idiot, and Elliot could admit that, at least.
"I don't...fight, the same way you do. I mostly kind of just, evade." Elliot muttered awkwardly. He didn't like how Jericho's eyes were suddenly very much on him. "It's- uhm- mostly like, acrobatics. Running."
Legs. Jericho signed, poking him. He had a weird look on his face and continued to absolutely stare him down. Legs. Strong. Just not arms.
Elliot huffed. "My arms are strong too! They're just- I don't go around roundhousing people all day, of course I'm not as strong as you!"
Jericho laughed at him again when he self consciously folded his arms.
Elliot flicked him on the forehead, rolling his eyes. "You're such a pain."
Jericho noted he certainly didn't say it like he was a pain.
Elliot easily folded into a handstand, using his momentum to bring his legs up and spread apart fluidly. "This is something simple I used to do as a warm-up."
Elliot looked over and Jericho rolled into the same position as him, then gently brought one arm up, balancing on a single hand compared to Elliot's two.
Elliot scoffed, laughing and rolling his eyes. "Show off!"
He rolled out of the handstand, bringing his legs to spread and stretching his torso over them, reminding Jericho a bit of a cat.
After a few minutes, Jericho gently poked him.
"Five more minutes," He groaned, slapping the hand away. "This feels really nice, actually."
Jericho snorted through a laugh, ruffling Elliot's hair, letting him sigh into it.
"All of your stuff is resistance based and- weights and stuff. You're flexible too but I depend on being fast and agile so, a lot of my stuff is gonna be too easy for you to really do." He brought himself up out of the cat-like stretch, bending his back the opposite way now and sighing as one, two, five cracks sounded up his spine.
Jericho winced. Not supposed to do that. He signed.
Kyd chuckled, smiling. "No, probably not. I'm not sure why I stopped all this. It wasn't much but it definitely feels nice." He sat up straight, crossing his legs. "Everything else just, got so much more important, y'know? But I do miss being able to just take account of my own body. Meditate- just stretching, even."
He smiled bitterly over at Jericho, who looked sad on his behalf. "Well, look at me now- I sound like a fucking accordion every time I move." He cracked his neck some more for emphasis.
Jericho sighed sadly, bumping their shoulders. Should do it more.
"I can't. The base is too fucking noisy all the time- I could stretch and do some flips but it's not the same as being able to focus on my body." He griped.
Here. Quiet here. Jericho signed with an encouraging smile. Meditate again! I'll leave too!
Kyd snorted, rolling his eyes. "You don't have to do that, I'm not gonna kick you out of your own living room." He bumped through shoulders playfully again. "Trying to get rid of me?"
Jericho huffed a laugh, signing again. No. Added twenty pounds to my pushups definitely helps.
Kyd smacked his arm, laughing. "Jackass! I weigh more than that! And I've only done that like, twice."
Want to, though. He smiled. I don't mind.
Kyd huffed, leaning against him fully. "It just sounds really nice, is all. I forget how strong you are now that you don't actively try to punch my lights out. You're so tiny."
Jericho laughed, shoving him.
Bring things you need. Meditate next time.
Kyd smiled. "Okay, I guess I could."
He pulled Kyd up by his thin arm. Water. He signed. You should exercise, drink more. Good for you.
Kyd rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure, next you'll say quitting thievery is good for me too."
Jericho shot him an annoyed look, elbowing him.