[ bellamy shakes his head as he looks away. picking at his linens, he supposes it's only fair — or right, in its own way — to add to their growing pile of bets. though he's certain he won't be able to remember them all, or only ever be able to recall one, it's fun. they've never really been able to have fun together. ]
[ looking at her from the corner of his eye, he focuses primarily on his sheets. ]
Write me a poem and I'll buy you food that's not from a coffee shop. [ he looks at her. ] You have to make an effort or it won't count.
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[ bellamy shakes his head as he looks away. picking at his linens, he supposes it's only fair — or right, in its own way — to add to their growing pile of bets. though he's certain he won't be able to remember them all, or only ever be able to recall one, it's fun. they've never really been able to have fun together. ]
[ looking at her from the corner of his eye, he focuses primarily on his sheets. ]
Write me a poem and I'll buy you food that's not from a coffee shop. [ he looks at her. ] You have to make an effort or it won't count.