Jan 23, 2006 13:15
Jericho stepped back from his latest little effort on the wall he hated so much and shuffled over towards the end table he'd shifted into the middle of the room. Quietly he put the brush and palette aside and picked up his tea mug.
Well, he had found the information Cyborg needed, and the subtitles were gone. Things weren't too bad, he supposed. But he was starting to wonder about a few things, and Slade had managed to seed him a bit with several doubts.
He sipped the tea and gagged slightly, it had gotten cold. He sighed and moved off towards the kitchen, mulling over the idea of playing his guitar on the roof for a bit. There was little else to do until Cyborg or Billy contacted him about what needed to be done next.
He'd had a terrible desire to sing as he played lately though, it was rather irritating, he had to admit.
Placing the mug into the microwave he spun around and leaned a hip against the counter to consider that fact. He'd never needed to sing before, oh admittedly he'd thought about it, but never much else. He'd been listening to more music with vocal accompaniment though, and perhaps he wanted to be able to put his feeling into the words, instead of the notes.
Decisions. And then Billy's teasing yesterday, these next thoughts were for him. Terra, Robin, Raven, Kole, Raven, Robin, Terra, Terra, Kid Wicked, Kole, Kole, Robin, Terra, Raven, Control Freak.