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[Her smile fades, and she looks serious for a moment. She lets her gaze deviate, settles on watching the stars while she speaks.]

You just haven't been shown how yet. Carpentry is hard. [Then again, she's not talking about carpentry, is she? She lets go an inch, or two. She murmurs, to herself almost,] We're good at more than destroying things, making bombs and bullets and shooting them.

[ bellamy understands what she's saying — or hopes he does. when he looks at the pieces raven plays around with day in and out, he has no idea how to put them together, let alone work on a broken thing like her pod and rebuild it so it's usable and strong. but when he looks at situations and people, he finds that he's able to think things through, plan for them and even fix them, despite having little to no faith in himself when he's given a chance to think. ]

[ he looks at her in amusement, smile on his lips and an arch to his brow, ] I thought I was a lousy shot.

I mostly stand by that. [She gives him a soft smile, before looking out the window again.] But people change. They get better. [Unconsciously, she moves her left leg again, just because she can, and reaches over to softly nudge his knee with her foot. Because she can.

She shakes her head. It's not the shooting that she thinks of, it's everything that came after. Making bombs, blowing up bridges, sending up flares. She has to wonder, how much of the war was caused partially by her own actions, however necessary they had been. In the blame game, they'd all win, they'd all lose.]

[ bellamy isn't so sure about that. he's trying to be better, but he doesn't think he's become better. not yet. still making horrible mistakes, still acting almost like a monster — bellamy will never reach the destination in mind if he's the one who's marking his progress. ]

[ he moves his leg toward her at her nudge, keeping his eyes on the window before him. glancing over at her, the corner of his lip quirks upward, ] The day you say I'm a good shot is the day you've change for the worse, Raven. [ it's always been a challenge for him, to become better in her eyes until she says he's a good shot. but bellamy supposes it's not something he wants to hear, not now, not in the future. he shakes his head and feigns disappointment, ] This place is turning you into a softy.

[It's quite possible to play footsie while lying down, they're proving that right now. She rolls her eyes at being called soft; she used to be soft once, softer than she was after Finn was thrown in holding, softer likely because of him.]

I didn't say you're a good shot, shooter, I just said you don't suck that much.

[ his brows rise as he teases her, ] That's creeping on admitting I'm good, Raven.

[ he nudges her again with his foot, letting his other one stretch out. he tries to touch the floor, losing at such a simple task. he doesn't move his leg away from hers, continuing to bump into her own. he doesn't do it on purpose, thinking along the lines of her broken leg being not so broken anymore. it's simply natural to do so. ] Your secret's safe with me.

You're such a little shit. [It takes one to know one. She lets out a laugh and knocks her leg against his.]

But I guess I can start writing poems about you now.

Yeah? [ he looks away, his voice a laugh. ] How would they go? [ looking to her again, he doesn't try to stifle his smile. narrowing his eyes, he tries to recall something he's read — or heard, he isn't so sure — during his time in eudio. ] Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, Bellamy's name doesn't rhyme with this?

[That's the most ridiculous poem she's ever heard.]

No? Bellamy rhymes with a lot of things. [She waves her hand dramatically, dismissing him. Being a connoiseur of the intricacies of language and poetry herself, she would know.]

Bellamy smellamy.

[ with a smile, he rolls his eyes, shifting his weight on his elbows on the bed. ] You really think I haven't heard that one before? [ he turns to her with an arch of his brow. it may not be something many people can understand, being an older brother, or having a sibling at all, but bellamy's always figured that anyone can see, from first glance, that octavia likes to make his life a living hell at times. ]

[She shrugs, still smug.] That just proves Octavia's as artistic as I am. [Meaning, not really.]

It just means you're as uncreative.

[ 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.

[He thinks she won't do it? After he called her uncreative? Whose uncreative mind came up with a solution to his snowgie problem? That's right, hers.

She pins him with a Look, that means he's so on, and holds her finger up in the hold a moment gesture.

After a few seconds, she clears her throat.]

Bellamy Blake, for goodness' sake, you've made a mistake, I think we should take, a break, and oh by the way - I still want cake. [And then she leans closer and whispers.] Suck it.

[ bellamy laughs, something much louder than what usually comes from him. ] It's not Shakespeare, but I'll take it.

[ he had been expecting something along the lines of "bellamy smellamy", but sometimes it's nice to be surprised. shifting, he leans more onto his arm as he tilts himself backward. falling onto his back, he threads his fingers in the air before him. ]

A deal's a deal. Pick a place and we'll go.

Ha. [She flops back onto her back too, hands free and tucked under her head, like she just ate the canary and the cream.]

Somewhere with neither pasta nor Chinese.

So, no Italian. Got it.

[ bellamy looks up at his ceiling, as if that'll give him a good idea of where to go. it's funny to him, thinking that he knows good places to go to eat when he's not even used to restaurants being around on the ark or on the ground. just because he knows those places exist doesn't mean he's too quick to know the one to take her to off the top of his head. he's still learning. ]

[ he stretches his arms above his head, trying to reach the wall and his windowsill. ]

I'll figure something out. Trust me. It'll be a great surprise.

[She's not looking, you're looking. She has better things to do with her time than subtly ogle the guy who very smoothly said 'maybe not'. If there's a patch of skin revealed when he stretches and his shirt lifts, well.

Anyway.]

It better not be a lousy burger joint. That poem was gold.

[ bellamy laughs. ] Okay, we won't go to McDonald's. [ he leaves his arms above his head for a moment before he comes to fold them as a pillow for him to rest on. looking at her, he thinks to inform her, ] Maybe for ice-cream, though. I like their cones.

[ and they're pretty cheap, too. bellamy's pretty sure he could eat four of them and not even feel a dent in his wallet when it comes to those cheap ice-creams. but this is worth a little more than a cheap meal, he guesses. the burger joints around the boardwalk that are quick and easy are definitely a no-go. ]

[ looking up at his ceiling again. ] Any other place you don't want to go to? [ he glances at her from the corner of his eye. ] It helps knowing. I wouldn't want you to be disappointed.

[McDonald's was an experience she did have, when she got here, but it hasn't been since. She does like their fries, but she likes Paco's Tacos more, so you can guess where she goes for lunch most of the time.]

Nope, that's all. I have very few demands.

Okay. [ he smiles, nodding to himself. scratching mcdonald's and kfc and all the other fast food joints off his list, bellamy figures when he goes for a walk tomorrow along the boardwalk, he'll need to keep his eyes peeled for the menus on display. ]

I'll find a place and let you know. You can decide whether or not you're up for clearing your schedule for the best not-burgers on the boardwalk.

[She shrugs, mostly to play along with the degree of nonchalance.] Have your people call my people. We'll set up a thing.

[Nevermind that their people are the same people, it's for the hell of the game. And as it tends to happen, it's easy to play this game with Bellamy.]

Yeah. If you hear a bark on the end of the line, Zelo's asking for Gruff.

[ he can hear feet padding along the floor of his apartment, as if speaking of the dog by name has reawakened him — or nike — from wherever it is they happen to be. chion's quiet, save for the shuffling of ice clinking together in the ice box. ]

[ looking out the window, he twists his body around so he can see the stars without needing to tilt his head so far back. he twists toward her, slightly on his side, leg accidentally bumping into hers. ] Nike's too good for calling. She'd just come to yours and drag you to the place.

[She doesn't move hers. She just laughs and looks over where the dogs are, looking very much like they're going to clamor for attention soon.]

Well, just this once, I wouldn't mind it. I don't know whether Gruff would take the call.

[ looking at her with a furrowed brow and smile, ] He has to. [ even though he may appear oblivious to how he comes off, bellamy can hear how adamant he sounds that a dragon pick up a phone. it's how he'd been as a kid. informing mom ladon had to have cared about the apples, that he had to have known about what would happen if someone took one. ] How else are my people going to talk to your people?

[Sure, Gruff has to pick up the call, but Greek gods can't be real? He's a walking contradiction. It must be hard to be in his head sometimes.]

It's not my fault my people are very busy, very often.

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