I doubt Chion would even let you. [ his eyebrow arches slightly as he wonders if it's possible to even hug a snowball that happens to be alive. he wonders if elsa can, given she's the queen of ice and snow — and he thinks to ask her later, if it's at all possible, even if it sounds slightly dumb to his own ears. eudio is a world where the impossible is possible — he'd never thought himself to ever be in possession of a dog, let alone be confronted almost each and every day with the notion he's not as lonely as he thinks himself to be. ]
[ he doesn't shift his head to look at her, nor does he even remove his hand from where it rests above him. his voice sounds more lively in comparison to his usual unimpressed monotone, ] He smashes all my things and knocks into everything. He rips my books apart — and when he doesn't do that, he leaves bits of snow on the pages, so all the words are smeared.
Well, when you put it like that I'm even less inclined. [She lets out a dry little laugh, and simply scratches Nike's fur where her hand is already resting, holding her small little puppy butt from sliding off her chest.
But, coincidentally, she has two hands.
And, coincidentally, as she looks back up at the sky, she brings her free hand up above her head too, because his stance looks comfortable enough to try it. And if her fingertips brush against his oh so lightly, well. It's the city of intimate contact, right? (And she's starved for it.)]
[ if elsa had told him the snowgie would cause havoc, breaking his things and even irritating him, he still wouldn't think to return the snowball to her. maybe he's a sucker for gifts, or perhaps bellamy is starved for them that he'll take even a rock with a face painted on it and refuse to give it back. the same goes for the dog — nike's out of his comfort zone, but he hasn't once thought of putting her up for adoption so someone who is more capable can handle her. ]
[ bellamy has a lot of love to give, and he's finding his recipients to be an animated snowball and a dog who refuses to leave him. ]
[ he doesn't think too much on her hand brushing his. everything feels incidental. it always has been, even on the ground — if he accidentally walks into clarke or brushes shoulders with raven or even steps closer toward octavia, it's either instinct or him being unbalanced. though this city threatens to do the latter (and has, on several occasions, whether he realises it or not), bellamy finds that when it shoves at him, he always happens to right himself. ]
[ he doesn't move his hand away, keeping his arm stretched above him. the other remains near her side, as though he's ready to catch nike despite him not even watching her. stretching his legs, bellamy thinks himself to appear more like a log than anything else. ]
Well, with all the snacks in the trunk we could make a dinner out of it... [How long indeed? She doesn't want to go back into the city for now, because this silence and the stars up this close reminds her of their Earth. Would she call that home? If there's a home to be found in the rubble, sure.
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[ he doesn't shift his head to look at her, nor does he even remove his hand from where it rests above him. his voice sounds more lively in comparison to his usual unimpressed monotone, ] He smashes all my things and knocks into everything. He rips my books apart — and when he doesn't do that, he leaves bits of snow on the pages, so all the words are smeared.
It's like living with Octavia again.
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But, coincidentally, she has two hands.
And, coincidentally, as she looks back up at the sky, she brings her free hand up above her head too, because his stance looks comfortable enough to try it. And if her fingertips brush against his oh so lightly, well. It's the city of intimate contact, right? (And she's starved for it.)]
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[ bellamy has a lot of love to give, and he's finding his recipients to be an animated snowball and a dog who refuses to leave him. ]
[ he doesn't think too much on her hand brushing his. everything feels incidental. it always has been, even on the ground — if he accidentally walks into clarke or brushes shoulders with raven or even steps closer toward octavia, it's either instinct or him being unbalanced. though this city threatens to do the latter (and has, on several occasions, whether he realises it or not), bellamy finds that when it shoves at him, he always happens to right himself. ]
[ he doesn't move his hand away, keeping his arm stretched above him. the other remains near her side, as though he's ready to catch nike despite him not even watching her. stretching his legs, bellamy thinks himself to appear more like a log than anything else. ]
How long are you expecting to stay out here?
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She turns to look at him.] How long do you need?