"If you die, I'll put a brownie on your grave," Duo promised solemnly. "Of course, I'll have to figure out how to actually cook brownies. But melting Kisame's kitchen for such a noble cause has a nice karmic ring to it..."
Walking with a limp was a pain in the ass. Duo snorted. Okay, it was a pain in the foot. And it was a pain in your other leg because it had to overwork to compensate. It made your gait uneven, it made it harder to walk quietly, it tired you out. The list went on.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, Duo told himself with a mental eyeroll. Suck it up. Shiny tech lies that way! A possible way to get home!
He was panting quietly, sweating in the sticky humid air. There wasn't that much of a breeze in the jungle. There were rocks though. Small sharp pebbles to stand on. Lots of nice thorny vines and creepers to add to his foot woes.
"I can walk on my hands," he said as cheerfully as he could manage, sidestepping awkwardly to avoid a particularly pointy looking stone, "Trowa taught me. He's a circus guy too. Has a real thing about the lions. Very liony." Panting made him speak in soundbites. Little snatches of words around short breaths. "He plays the flute too. Very multi-talented guy. Have a listen." Duo plucked one of the earpieces out of his ear and offered it to Dick.
"I've met Kisame's boyfriend," he added, too tired to shiver at the thought. After the whole ship thing, Redeyes seemed slightly less creepsome. Slightly. "Personally, I would've preferred a little kowtowing. But that's just me."