[ bellamy does his best to suppress his smile. rubbing at his arm, it hardly stings, but he's always pretended it has whenever she hits him. ]
You're only here for the free food.
[ it's easier to pretend it's that than anything else, even though bellamy beams just a little brighter with her own admission. ]
[ dropping his arm in his lap, he shifts on the couch and slouches even further into it. this is the most relaxed he's felt, or allowed himself to. looking straight ahead, he nudges her with his elbow before he turns to face her. ] What shit are you going to write on it? [ and he nods toward his phone in her hands. ]
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You're only here for the free food.
[ it's easier to pretend it's that than anything else, even though bellamy beams just a little brighter with her own admission. ]
[ dropping his arm in his lap, he shifts on the couch and slouches even further into it. this is the most relaxed he's felt, or allowed himself to. looking straight ahead, he nudges her with his elbow before he turns to face her. ] What shit are you going to write on it? [ and he nods toward his phone in her hands. ]