[ truthfully, bellamy thinks clarke's brave. capable of looking out for herself and more or less a badass, he only likes to tease her for the sake of seeing her exasperated. and a part of him wonders if she's even enjoying herself here, or if she's continuing to whip herself for some misdeed she'd done when she was ten years younger. ]
[ his brows lift as he gives her a pointed look. letting that speak for itself for a moment, her sketchbooks sit in his peripherals and catches his eye. ]
What's this? [ from where he's comfortably flopped on her couch, he pulls himself up so he can lean forward to grab one. ]
no subject
[ his brows lift as he gives her a pointed look. letting that speak for itself for a moment, her sketchbooks sit in his peripherals and catches his eye. ]
What's this? [ from where he's comfortably flopped on her couch, he pulls himself up so he can lean forward to grab one. ]