[ bellamy smiles, and looks away. there's nothing particularly interesting outside of the window. though some people walk by, he doesn't recognise them. but it's enough of a distraction for him to feel any heat prickle at his neck cool down. ]

[ he looks to his phone at her question, thinking about showing her one of the pictures he's taken of chion sitting on the back of a zelo spread out on the kitchen tiles. ]

Chion sits on them whenever he gets the chance. [ he looks up at her and shakes his head. he's not so sure if that's regular snowgie behaviour. what does a badly behaved snowgie look like? a part of him doesn't want to find out. another part of him suspects they're like a particularly bad snowstorm. ] Whatever he's made out of, it's good. They lick him a lot. I was afraid he'd melt or disappear if they kept it up. [ he leans back against the booth cushion. ] You must be pretty powerful if two dogs can't lick a snowgie into not existing anymore.