action;

[ bellamy doesn't look out at the city or even the stars as he watches raven with nike. he can't help but laugh — it isn't quiet, nor is it loud, but it sounds less restrained than it usually is. his smile is wider than usual, but he doesn't think about it. sometimes he does, and he finds his mind drifts elsewhere, to the inside of mountains or even the outside of a drop ship where skeletons and bodies had laid out before it. ]

Guess you better be nice to me or she'll devour you. [ he leans over to touch the pad of one of her back feet. nike doesn't seem too concerned with noticing him as she leans forward, trying to sniff raven's face, before she turns her head to smell the side of her hand before licking it. ] She's been learning from Cerberus how to be a guard dog.