[ bellamy successfully toes off his shoes, head bowed slightly as though he can see through the couch and even his legs to observe his own efforts. he can't, but he learns by feel and his own toes wriggling in his socks that he's free from his shoes. it's then he turns his head to look at her, possibly unaware of how he takes to her as tough he's back on the ark with mom and o. or maybe he does, simply not wanting to acknowledge it and turn a comfortable atmosphere slightly awkward. ]
[ he grins, laughing slightly, ] Ah. [ if she hadn't reacted the way she had to persephone, he wouldn't hesitate in overwhelming her with even more names. but he's not surprised she'd questioned persephone's own autonomy in the story. he has a feeling that the fate that happens to befall medusa will see her seething at a story that's merely that. he looks up at the ceiling instead of at her, still grinning, ] I don't think you'd like that story.
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[ he grins, laughing slightly, ] Ah. [ if she hadn't reacted the way she had to persephone, he wouldn't hesitate in overwhelming her with even more names. but he's not surprised she'd questioned persephone's own autonomy in the story. he has a feeling that the fate that happens to befall medusa will see her seething at a story that's merely that. he looks up at the ceiling instead of at her, still grinning, ] I don't think you'd like that story.