[ bellamy twists himself around to look out the window, waking zelo between them with how he drops onto his stomach. his foot bumps into hers before it swings away, throwing them over the bed as he looks up at the dark sky. without curtains there, he can see it clearly, the tiny dots of the stars peeking through the glass panel. ]
It's getting late. [ he glances toward zelo who stretches, uncertain if he wants to pick himself up with how he pushes himself to sit on his hind legs. his dogs can last for hours into the early morning, and while bellamy can, sometimes he can't. he doesn't know what raven's schedule has become like, either. considering she seems to function on something close to normal — and unusual — for bellamy, he figures one of them should at least stick to their routine. ]
[ resting his weight on his elbows, bellamy pokes at zelo's elbow. ]
[ glancing over at her, ] I can walk you home if you want.
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It's getting late. [ he glances toward zelo who stretches, uncertain if he wants to pick himself up with how he pushes himself to sit on his hind legs. his dogs can last for hours into the early morning, and while bellamy can, sometimes he can't. he doesn't know what raven's schedule has become like, either. considering she seems to function on something close to normal — and unusual — for bellamy, he figures one of them should at least stick to their routine. ]
[ resting his weight on his elbows, bellamy pokes at zelo's elbow. ]
[ glancing over at her, ] I can walk you home if you want.