action;

[ bellamy rolls his eyes. instead of returning to his back, he leans over on one arm, curling his other hand into a fist, save for his index, and tries to brush nike's tail lightly. he watches her, waiting for her to react, but she doesn't until he pokes her. she peers over her shoulder at her tail, shifting where she is, before he walks his fingers up her spine to scratch her hard behind the ear. ]

[ he doesn't look at raven as he focuses on nike, smiling when she tilts her head when he scratches beneath her chin. ] I'm starting to think you want to hang out with me for my friends. [ his friends who are not people, who stave away any loneliness he may have as all nike can do is bark and chion can crash into anything and everything. ]