I don't know, you just seem ... [ bellamy shrugs, then leaves it. pushing matters is what's gotten him into fights with octavia, with arguments with mom he sometimes wishes he could revisit and correct now that he has the gift of hindsight and understanding her intentions better. ]
[ with his key in his back pocket, bellamy walks over toward a drawer and pulls it open to grab some treats for the dogs. dropping those on the ground, he looks to them, seeing they haven't so much as sensed it yet, before he walks over toward his door. ]
If there's an ice-cream vendor that's open this late at night along the way ... [ he lifts a shoulder again, less tense than before. ] My shout. I owe you for the pen for Chion.
[She almost wants to get defensive on what she seemed to look like, but she's too tired and comfortable in her being chill to chase that bristling high. So she watches him get whatever else he wants to get, and smiles when he brings up ice cream.
So this will be one not-Valentine's Day that is pretty fucking cute.
Her smile widens after a few seconds because that's the thing about her and Bellamy apparently. Tensions diffuse very quickly, even if they do come up. Sure, she second-guesses him sometimes, but she gets to still slip into the comfortable area with him.
It must because she knows, by now, what he's about.]
[ walking toward his door, he doesn't pull it open. while the dogs may be content to just lie on the floor and look at them, even glance toward the treats, he knows the moment he opens the door, he's asking for trouble. they're like o that way, always eager to venture outside where it's not necessarily good for them. ]
[ his lips quirk up, but his smile doesn't widen. ]
Cute. [ cocking his head toward his door, he quips, ] Come on. It'll melt by the time you get there.
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[ with his key in his back pocket, bellamy walks over toward a drawer and pulls it open to grab some treats for the dogs. dropping those on the ground, he looks to them, seeing they haven't so much as sensed it yet, before he walks over toward his door. ]
If there's an ice-cream vendor that's open this late at night along the way ... [ he lifts a shoulder again, less tense than before. ] My shout. I owe you for the pen for Chion.
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So this will be one not-Valentine's Day that is pretty fucking cute.
Her smile widens after a few seconds because that's the thing about her and Bellamy apparently. Tensions diffuse very quickly, even if they do come up. Sure, she second-guesses him sometimes, but she gets to still slip into the comfortable area with him.
It must because she knows, by now, what he's about.]
Ice-cream sounds cool. [Get it? Yeah.]
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[ his lips quirk up, but his smile doesn't widen. ]
Cute. [ cocking his head toward his door, he quips, ] Come on. It'll melt by the time you get there.