[ he figures nike is asleep. whenever she lies still, she's either dreaming or she's trying to play dead. he hasn't taught her the latter yet, even though he's thinking of trying before she grows any bigger. ]
[ he looks out at the city before him, focusing on nothing in particular, as he isn't so sure how to respond to her. he figures she's messing with him, being her usual self, even though he's wondering if he knows who that person is. he likes to think he does. he doesn't mind raven when she's not busy trying to figure out the best way to blow up a grounder or to keep him alive and in front of the guys inside a mountain. ]
[ he tests it now, to see if she's sleeping like the dead, as raven may lower her voice to be kind to nike, but he doesn't. after waking him up by barking at chion, he's all about payback. dryly: ] I'll be sure to put that on my profile.
[ he tilts his head up, gaze lingering briefly on nike whose paw twitches, before he arches his neck to look at raven. he thinks about not saying it, but her pushing him to cuddle — even if it isn't a push at all, especially after she'd offered herself up to make them even when he's already stated they are — makes him wonder if she thinks he's still set to leave. he figures he owes her the reassurance, even though he doesn't want to act as though he's someone so important to her she'll grow as melancholic as he had been without o in the city. he doesn't drop his voice for nike's sake. ] I'm not leaving until Octavia does. You know that, right?
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[ he looks out at the city before him, focusing on nothing in particular, as he isn't so sure how to respond to her. he figures she's messing with him, being her usual self, even though he's wondering if he knows who that person is. he likes to think he does. he doesn't mind raven when she's not busy trying to figure out the best way to blow up a grounder or to keep him alive and in front of the guys inside a mountain. ]
[ he tests it now, to see if she's sleeping like the dead, as raven may lower her voice to be kind to nike, but he doesn't. after waking him up by barking at chion, he's all about payback. dryly: ] I'll be sure to put that on my profile.
[ he tilts his head up, gaze lingering briefly on nike whose paw twitches, before he arches his neck to look at raven. he thinks about not saying it, but her pushing him to cuddle — even if it isn't a push at all, especially after she'd offered herself up to make them even when he's already stated they are — makes him wonder if she thinks he's still set to leave. he figures he owes her the reassurance, even though he doesn't want to act as though he's someone so important to her she'll grow as melancholic as he had been without o in the city. he doesn't drop his voice for nike's sake. ] I'm not leaving until Octavia does. You know that, right?