The cracking of joints could be heard as Juzo limbered himself up. He pulled on one of his arms, flexing his hands, eying the black caps on all of his fingers. He didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic about his companion moving ahead of him, but he also didn’t seem too intent on catching up to her. He continued his stretches, arms bending down to almost reach the blades of his prosthetics. He rose up with a huff, picked up his bag, and then decided it was time to make a move.<br/><br/>The prosthetic blades crunched against the gravel on top of the roof, and with a quick run to gain momentum, Juzo shot off the building, using the metal structural beams beneath the concrete to give him a considerable boost into the air. As he did so, he silently sent a message to Heather that consisted of nothing but a string of farting noises, as to better portray how he thought about her taunting him. Parkour was totally his thing. How dare she even go there.<br/><br/>Juzo landed hard on his prosthetics on the roof of the other building. They seemed to absorb the impact, because he didn’t even flinch as he unbent his knees from his landing position and ascended to full height. He made his way over to Heather, and then gave her a confused look. “Bag? What bag?” he joked, his tongue sticking halfway out as he did so. However, the joke would probably fall flat considering he was holding the bag with both hands.<br/><br/>He squatted alongside Heather and began to unzip it, and revealed pretty much the same items she had, disregarding the helmet. He had a few more drones on him, as well as the discs. He put one next to his face and feigned eating it, and then put it down, entirely unsure what to do with it. “This was expensive? It’s a disc,” he said, half teasingly, half confusedly.