dominance | ( eudio cuddlr )

[ bellamy's smile widens. ] You want seconds?

[ that's something that can exist in eudio — seconds. rationing on the ark hadn't been kind to either of them, and though mom had often forced his hand as a kid to give half of his food to octavia, it's more of a choice than a sense of obligation he'd given her a portion of anything and everything he'd been given. ]

[ but in eudio, he can inhale an entire buffet of food without needing to think of anyone else. it's weird and it's surreal and he thinks octavia will get a kick out of having more than she's ever had before. ]

[ she looks at him, surprised when he offers her more. honestly, she knew, on some level, that rations are things of the past. but to hear it, it's like a sudden realization, that she can have more than her share. she can have as much as she wants without worrying about taking it from someone else, without keeping someone else from their own share.

she grins, slow.] Yes.

[ he cocks his head to the side. ]

Come on.

[ pushing himself off the couch, he's on his feet quickly. ignoring the dogs picking their heads up — zelo from the foot of his bed and nike from on top of his bed — he walks right by chion in his little freezer and grabs some loose cash he'd left on the counter. ]

[ he turns on his foot and looks at her with a wide grin. ]

Lets go get seconds, O.

[ he moves fast, she moves to follow, shoving off the couch to stand.] Now? [ well, of course, now. it wouldn't make sense for them to get seconds in a few hours or something like that.]

[ he arches his brow with a smile. he knows it's a whirlwind — not only do they have a great quantity of food at their disposal, they're allowed to waste it. they're allowed to waste that food and go for seconds, because there's no such thing as rationing in a city that makes very little sense when bellamy wants to pull it apart. ]

Yeah. Now. Unless you want to wait?

[ she's quick to say--]No. [ she grins a bit wider.] I don't want to wait. I'm ready to stuff my face again.

[ his smile grows wider. it's the answer he'd been hoping for, but not the one he'd been betting on. this entire place is completely overwhelming, and he wouldn't blame octavia for wanting a time out from it all. ]

Then let's go. [ he tilts his head to the side. it doesn't matter about the dogs, they remain where they are, lifting their heads in curiosity but nonetheless giving into their desire to laze about in the quiet of the apartment. ] We should go along the boardwalk, just in case you see something you want to try.

[ octavia is still, for the most part, running head first into most things here. everything is new and shiny and she isn't afraid of anything that isn't too out of the ordinary. dogs and snowgies had been a bit of a shock but...

she moves to stand, pushing herself up off the couch.] What else should I try?

Hotdog. Definitely.

[ he nods to himself with a smile. it'd be nicer with jem, but she's one of those great big shocks he thinks octavia would either want to hide behind him to get away from or follow in her footsteps and make him exasperated. as much as he wants octavia to meet the people he's met, who he's had fun with and actually has extended his own umbrella of being overprotective and aggravating toward, he wants to keep her to himself for just a little while longer. ]

[ she's going to stay. it's the reason why he's not in a rush for her to meet and see and feel and taste and experience everything. ]

[ he grabs his keys, twirls them around his finger before clasping it against the palm of his hand. ]

We should see if you're allergic to fish. There's a shop that sells fish and chips. It's really good.

[ octavia doesn't know what kind of a social butterfly bellamy's been, she assumes it's a large and lumbering one that doesn't fly much. she might be wrong. and she doesn't know who he does and doesn't want her to meet, she just knows that she's with her brother in a place like she never imagined.

and she feels happy for the first time in a while. ]

Hot dog? Please don't tell me they eat dogs here.

[ bellamy laughs. ] It's not an actual dog, O.

[ he moves to open his door, keeping it as close to being closed as possible as he looks around her to watch the dogs carefully. they may be on their best behaviour, but whenever they hear the click of the door and can smell the scents of the corridor, they grow excited. as much as he wants to walk them along the boardwalk, they need to catch up on their dog dreams. ]

You'll see. It's bread and meat — or a sausage? [ he shakes his head, and shrugs. he doesn't know. he doesn't care — it's food he likes. ] Trust me, it tastes great.

I knew that. [ she didn't know that. exactly. it was a fair assumption but she isn't a hundred percent sure. as it is, she moves to slip through his front door and waiting for him just outside.]

With cheese? [ cheese is her biggest obsession.]

[ stepping outside of his apartment, he brings the door to a soft close behind him. he doesn't lock it, even though he should. mom had pressed into him he had to make sure the door was firmly closed, even locked, just in case someone thought to break in — it'd all seemed like paranoia getting the best of her, but, in hindsight, bellamy understood her reasons. ]

[ he doubts anyone's keen to steal his dogs. and he doesn't believe his dogs would be all that fussed to move, either. considering how they're heavy-weighted logs lying on his floor right now, he thinks them to be safely tucked inside of his unlocked apartment. ]

[ he shrugs, purposefully playful, and begins to walk down the corridor toward the set of elevators. ]

As much cheese as you want, O. I think the city has enough to spare.

[ octavia wouldn't have hated it if the dogs came, she's gotten used to them. she even likes them. but they look content to do anything but move.

she follows him towards the elevator.]

What? I really like cheese. I'm pretty sure that the stuff we had back home wasn't really cheese.

It wasn't.

[ he can't be too sure, but bellamy knows half of the food stored on the ark hadn't been fresh. it doesn't taste as good as the stuff offered in this city, and so he finds it so easy to write it off as complete shit. ]

And there's no problem with liking cheese. Just … [ he tries not to smile, but he isn't put out that he fails in doing so. teasing octavia is a hell of a lot more fun than worrying obsessively over her whereabouts. he looks to her, smile impossible to hide, and raises his eyebrows as he looks at her pointedly, ] Leave some for the rest of us.

[ octavia, now having had real cheese, knows it wasn't. it was probably something grown in a lab. and yes, after the first time she'd had cheese here she might have had some serious stomach issues to go with it, but oh, it had been worth it. and now, she can't stop eating it. ]

No. I won't. [ she looks at him defiantly, her lips curved just a bit at his teasing.] I'm going to eat all the cheese.

[ if bellamy's greedy for anything, it's chocolate. he enjoys the way it melts in his mouth, and as much as he hates the various flavours of it, he can't help but eat all of it regardless. to go from having so little on the ark to being given the keys to the kingdom, bellamy's decided to go wild. ]

[ or as wild as bellamy blake will allow himself to look. ]

[ eyebrow arched, he smiles. ] What about me? I like cheese.

[ guess who hasn't really tried chocolate, bellamy? teach your sister the ways of it. she'll be just as bad as her brother, if not worse. probably the same with peanut butter. ]

I'll share some with you. [ she goes to push the elevator button like a pro.] If you're nice.

[ she beats him to the elevator, and so his hands slip into the pockets of his jeans. he laughs, taken aback. ] If I'm nice?

[ he shakes his head. looking up at the screen counting down numbers above the elevator, he inhales, as though he's having a difficult time conversing with her. he could tell her all the nice things he's done for her, but that doesn't sit in the nature of this game she wants to play. instead, he keeps his attention focused on the top of the elevator, waiting for it to reach their floor. ]

You're my favourite sister. That's a pretty nice thing to say, isn't it?

[ it could turn ugly if he hadn't gone along with the game she's playing. of course he's been nice, he's done things that are beyond nice for her as her brother. he's also done not-so-nice things but those are few compared to the sacrifices he's made for her. ]

I'm your only sister.

And that's why you're my favourite.

[ he doesn't consider himself saved by the ding of the elevator doors pulling itself apart to let them walk inside of it. if octavia's perfected anything, it's latching onto a subject he wants to drop and making sure he doesn't. ]

[ — not that he wants to drop this, though. it's light teasing, and he likes it. ]

[ stepping inside, he punches the G button with his finger. ]

You're weird.

[ she pouts at the fact he pushed the button before she could, moving to lean against the back of the elevator, gripping the bars there because she still wasn't used to that initial lurch downward. ]

You'd be my favorite brother even if we had another.

[ he leans against the wall, arms folded against his chest. despite being used to elevators, he still didn't like them one bit — he didn't want to show octavia that, though. it'd been easy to stand in the elevator in mount weather with maya keeping him distracted from the unusual lurch of it. but now that he wasn't infiltrating a home base of operations with the intent to pull their friends out, he had nothing to focus on. until octavia happened to reappear in the city. ]

[ he arches his eyebrow, narrowing his eyes. ] I bet you say that to all your brothers. [ he glances toward the elevator screen, watching it count down the floors it passes. ] But you'd still be my favourite.

Nope, just you. [ she holds her finger in front of her mouth in a shushing motion. she isn't aware of everything he's done, all the elevator thoughts and scary elevator memories.]

Don't tell the others.

I won't.

[ the elevator reaches the ground floor, dinging and pulling the doors open. he takes a step toward the opened doors, but throws his arm out to block the censor instead of stepping through to lead the way into the foyer. ]

[ looking at her pointedly, he smiles, ] Only if you give me some of your cheese.

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