[ once she knocks on his door, she sets the dogs off. they charge toward the front door, barking and sliding along the smooth floor. zelo lingers for a good minute before he decides to sniff the floor and venture into the bathroom, but nike's the one who paws at it and sits, staring up at the doorknob with the expectation it'll open and she'll see her latest visitor behind the door. ]
[ bellamy picks himself up off the stool by the bench and pads over toward the door with bare feet, jeans curling beneath his heels. spying zelo near the tub, he nudges nike with his foot and tries to trap her behind his leg when he moves to open the door. ]
[ looking down at raven's hand, he feigns disappointment. ]
No glass slipper.
[ he shakes his head and opens the door, looking over his shoulder to try and corner nike in a makeshift prison of his foot and the wall. ]
[She can't help it, as much as she wants to greet him with a smirk or a sneer, when she hears the dogs start barking, she ends up grinning. Imagines him struggling to keep them in check, and thinks that at least the snowgie is in his pen. Right?
So he catches her with this fond little grin, and shockingly it doesn't melt away when he opens the door. Empty-handed, she shrugs, and slips inside the apartment quickly, empty hands ready to pet both dogs.]
No shoes for rude princesses. Hi, sweetheart. [That one's to Nike, promise, complete with petting her soft fur.]
[ closing the door behind her, he finds nike's no longer interested in running out the door to greet their guest but to raven herself. he lets her go, foot firmly on the ground as he lets the door click in place. zelo remains in the bathroom, sniffing the tiles before he even think stop casually venture out to welcome raven with a sniff of her shoes. ]
[ bellamy rolls his eyes, watching the dogs for a moment before he remembers he doesn't need to worry about raven being unbalanced at all. though he knows the two of them are bigger than they've been before, they can still knock him over and he thinks himself to be the most balanced of them all — too stubborn to let the wind knock him down even when it'd be the best thing for him. ]
[ it's good to see her smile. while it's on the tip of his tongue to ask her what's on her face, he chooses not to, letting her be for now. moving around her to walk into the kitchen, he glances over his shoulder with an arch to his brow, ] You know Cinderbell isn't really a princess, right?
Don't give up hope, Cinderbell. [She laughs at her own clever jokes, because she's so funny. Meanwhile, she'll give all her affection to the dogs, as she keeps marveling how different they are between one visit and the next.]
They're bigger. [To think that she once held Nike on her chest like a tiny baby. Right now, she imagines the effect would be her own suffocation, so maybe not.
It's easy now to side step the dogs, let them follow her if they want to, and follow him into the kitchen instead. She was promised cake, so she came ready.]
[ moving toward his kitchen counter where he has everything he used before in place — bowls, a whisk, the cake mix tucked inside of its box he hasn't opened yet — all bellamy needs to worry about now is making sure the dogs stay out of the kitchen. it's a little difficult to ensure, given the layout of his apartment, but zelo seems to grow disinterested and curls up at the end of his bed. it's nike who lingers, sitting down the moment she sees him lingering by the counter, expecting a treat or seven to be supplied to her. ]
Too big.
[ he leans up to open a cupboard, fishing around for a decent dog treat. all he has is biscuits in the shape of dog bones, so he throws one in zelo's direction and drops one in front of nike. ]
Think I'm going to need to get them their own apartment next to mine.
[ or a bigger place, but bellamy's always lived in compacted places. having space is an odd concept for him. he's so used to living on top of another being. ]
[ leaning against the counter, he crosses his arms against his chest. nodding toward the cake mix of chocolate cake, he looks to her and tries to hide any amusement he feels. it fails, though; his lips quirk upward at the thought of raven reyes attempting to master a simple cake. ] Have at it.
[She went from small living quarters, to tents, to a warehouse all to herself; this moment when it hits you that your life is so different now from what it was, she knows what it's like. She does.
She goes to wash her hands in the kitchen sink, to be on the safe side, and then inspects the cake mix box.] That's it? You're just gonna point me to the thing and let me go? I'm hoping I was a better teacher to you.
[ he looks at her with an amused smile, staying put with his back against the counter and his armed crossed against his chest. purposefully wanting her to believe he'd simply throw her to the dogs, he eventually pushes himself off and unwraps his arms with a shake of his head. ]
Didn't know the great Raven Reyes was incapable of opening a cardboard box.
[ he reaches for the cake mix to slip his fingers underneath its two pieces on the top of it to peel it open. ]
[Banter only works well between them because every now and then, one caves and gets flustered, right? She'll use that as an excuse later, for the way she bristles just a bite.]
Oh, shut up. [She nudges his side with her elbow, and holds the box out of his grip with a smug smile.] I was going to read the instructions, I know better than to mess with chemistry. You don't just toss everything into a bowl and mix it up and hope it'll work. What do I look like, an engineer?
[ bellamy laughs, settling back against the counter with his arms crossed against his chest. it's easier to teach her by behaving like this. making a cake had come about on a night when he couldn't sleep and didn't want to, and by following the instructions and planning to toss the end product in the garbage, bellamy found himself able to actually make a cake and eat it, too. ]
[ watching her in amusement, he finds that goading her gets the job done. things don't feel awkward when he's pushing her to brag, and even though it's not really like him to throw a smile her way very much, he kind of likes that this is where their relationship has come to settle. inviting her over to bake a cake on a whim doesn't seem so bad. ]
You kind of look like you're procrastinating on making a cake, Raven. [ he doesn't know what an engineer looks like, and he doesn't care to, either. whenever he has a problem, he always thinks to ask raven to fix or build a way to fix it. no one else really exists in the tech. department but her. but he leans forward and smiles, ] And there's no fun in reading the instructions. I like to live on the wild side.
You lying liar, [she whispers, accusing tone and squinted eyes looking right at him. She remembers him waiting for instructions when it came to building a table and a playing pen, he can't pretend to be a rebel with her anymore. She knows better.
She knows best.] Just pre-heat the oven or something. Don't just stand there looking pretty. [She waves him off to his oven and fishes the bag of cake mix out of the box, cutting it open with a pair of kitchen scissors. Has she googled stuff about baking while on her way here?
Maybe. Yes. Most definitely, she has.] These are just the dry ingredients, you need the wet ones. Milk and stuff.
[ arching his brow, he doesn't move when she orders him to. looking amused, he thinks to ask her if she's googled this. it doesn't take a zero-g genius to know she's looked it up since the night she found out he made a cake to this very moment. ]
[ pushing himself off the counter, he grabs the carton of milk and two eggs, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. delicately he places those eggs on the counter, the milk carton receiving less kind treatment. curling his palms around the skirt of it, he pushes himself up, as if stretching, but it's his way of avoiding helping her. his idea of teaching is to throw raven to the wolves for the fun of it. ]
[ looking at her with a smile, he pushes his shoulders up as he keeps his arms straight. ]
Maybe I'm just a master baker. [Ha! She cracks up, laughing to herself as gets a bowl from the cupboard, laughing as she cracks the eggs into to bowl with the cake mix. Raven Reyes, amazing with words, great with jokes.
She rounds up on him, eyes glinting with amusement; he can be such a child sometimes, and it's good - she likes seeing that.] The milk?
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[ bellamy picks himself up off the stool by the bench and pads over toward the door with bare feet, jeans curling beneath his heels. spying zelo near the tub, he nudges nike with his foot and tries to trap her behind his leg when he moves to open the door. ]
[ looking down at raven's hand, he feigns disappointment. ]
No glass slipper.
[ he shakes his head and opens the door, looking over his shoulder to try and corner nike in a makeshift prison of his foot and the wall. ]
Get in before she slips out.
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So he catches her with this fond little grin, and shockingly it doesn't melt away when he opens the door. Empty-handed, she shrugs, and slips inside the apartment quickly, empty hands ready to pet both dogs.]
No shoes for rude princesses. Hi, sweetheart. [That one's to Nike, promise, complete with petting her soft fur.]
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[ bellamy rolls his eyes, watching the dogs for a moment before he remembers he doesn't need to worry about raven being unbalanced at all. though he knows the two of them are bigger than they've been before, they can still knock him over and he thinks himself to be the most balanced of them all — too stubborn to let the wind knock him down even when it'd be the best thing for him. ]
[ it's good to see her smile. while it's on the tip of his tongue to ask her what's on her face, he chooses not to, letting her be for now. moving around her to walk into the kitchen, he glances over his shoulder with an arch to his brow, ] You know Cinderbell isn't really a princess, right?
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They're bigger. [To think that she once held Nike on her chest like a tiny baby. Right now, she imagines the effect would be her own suffocation, so maybe not.
It's easy now to side step the dogs, let them follow her if they want to, and follow him into the kitchen instead. She was promised cake, so she came ready.]
Hi.
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Too big.
[ he leans up to open a cupboard, fishing around for a decent dog treat. all he has is biscuits in the shape of dog bones, so he throws one in zelo's direction and drops one in front of nike. ]
Think I'm going to need to get them their own apartment next to mine.
[ or a bigger place, but bellamy's always lived in compacted places. having space is an odd concept for him. he's so used to living on top of another being. ]
[ leaning against the counter, he crosses his arms against his chest. nodding toward the cake mix of chocolate cake, he looks to her and tries to hide any amusement he feels. it fails, though; his lips quirk upward at the thought of raven reyes attempting to master a simple cake. ] Have at it.
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She goes to wash her hands in the kitchen sink, to be on the safe side, and then inspects the cake mix box.] That's it? You're just gonna point me to the thing and let me go? I'm hoping I was a better teacher to you.
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Didn't know the great Raven Reyes was incapable of opening a cardboard box.
[ he reaches for the cake mix to slip his fingers underneath its two pieces on the top of it to peel it open. ]
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Oh, shut up. [She nudges his side with her elbow, and holds the box out of his grip with a smug smile.] I was going to read the instructions, I know better than to mess with chemistry. You don't just toss everything into a bowl and mix it up and hope it'll work. What do I look like, an engineer?
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[ watching her in amusement, he finds that goading her gets the job done. things don't feel awkward when he's pushing her to brag, and even though it's not really like him to throw a smile her way very much, he kind of likes that this is where their relationship has come to settle. inviting her over to bake a cake on a whim doesn't seem so bad. ]
You kind of look like you're procrastinating on making a cake, Raven. [ he doesn't know what an engineer looks like, and he doesn't care to, either. whenever he has a problem, he always thinks to ask raven to fix or build a way to fix it. no one else really exists in the tech. department but her. but he leans forward and smiles, ] And there's no fun in reading the instructions. I like to live on the wild side.
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She knows best.] Just pre-heat the oven or something. Don't just stand there looking pretty. [She waves him off to his oven and fishes the bag of cake mix out of the box, cutting it open with a pair of kitchen scissors. Has she googled stuff about baking while on her way here?
Maybe. Yes. Most definitely, she has.] These are just the dry ingredients, you need the wet ones. Milk and stuff.
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[ pushing himself off the counter, he grabs the carton of milk and two eggs, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. delicately he places those eggs on the counter, the milk carton receiving less kind treatment. curling his palms around the skirt of it, he pushes himself up, as if stretching, but it's his way of avoiding helping her. his idea of teaching is to throw raven to the wolves for the fun of it. ]
[ looking at her with a smile, he pushes his shoulders up as he keeps his arms straight. ]
You've looked this up, haven't you?
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She rounds up on him, eyes glinting with amusement; he can be such a child sometimes, and it's good - she likes seeing that.] The milk?
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