[ too bad the elephant doesn't speak. he could use it to pipe up and possibly take them on a tangent. ]
[ he lets his hand linger on the elephant, squeezing it's large ear. sometimes he thinks he should've gotten her one that makes a noise whenever it's hugged, but he has a feeling it would've lost its charm quickly. ]
[ looking to clarke, he appears a little like the arrogant shit-stirrer he was in the beginning of them landing on the ground. there's a slight upward curve to his mouth and a confidence he doesn't quite feel, but bellamy's always been talented at pretending. ]
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[ he lets his hand linger on the elephant, squeezing it's large ear. sometimes he thinks he should've gotten her one that makes a noise whenever it's hugged, but he has a feeling it would've lost its charm quickly. ]
[ looking to clarke, he appears a little like the arrogant shit-stirrer he was in the beginning of them landing on the ground. there's a slight upward curve to his mouth and a confidence he doesn't quite feel, but bellamy's always been talented at pretending. ]
You want a hug?