[ should he be surprised that she actually made good on her word with that? he doesn't think he should. raven says a lot and means all of it, even when it's just rubbish. ]
[ bellamy sighs and is grateful this isn't a video call. ]
I told you I don't — [ he pinches his nose and tries to silence any groan of exasperation he wants to release. he still doesn't want to talk to her on the phone, even if it's voice or video. ] Are you almost done at the garage?
I guess? This isn't you texting me because you've realized your inevitable feelings for me, right? [A JOKE, nothing more, come on dispell the tension, prove to her it's not the worst thing she's thinking of.]
[ he doesn't hang up immediately, leaving the line open for a few seconds, but eventually closes his phone and disconnects. ]
[ he makes his way to the mcdonalds on the boardwalk and waits outside, standing there with her happy meal and a drink, with his own burger in its brown bag tucked under his arm. he's dressed as casually as he's always chosen to dress, dark shirt and jeans, and very, very clean. he tries his best not to pace, instead growing a little agitated before he seems to calm himself just slightly. he's like the bellamy on the ground, their ground, always waiting for the worst to come when there's no indication a storm is approaching at all. ]
[If he's going to make another comment about how her face has grease stains all over it, tough titties. As she said, her job allows for many coffee/lunch breaks, and thankfully so - when her back aches, it's a bitch to keep working - which means she joins him.
Still, dressed in her jumpsuit, the top half unbuttoned and taken off to leave her in the sleeveless undershirt and sports bra, so basically the opposite of him. Not very, very clean at all.
If there was a good mood (there was), it gets snuffed out the moment she spots his expression. There's trouble.]
[ bellamy hands her her happy meal wordlessly, keeping her drink in his hands, but takes in the sight of her. at least she's not covered in dirt and blood. grease is a look on her he can get used to. it's nice being reminded that she's not so out of sorts in this city, fitting right in like she was born to be here. his face relaxes, but the damage is already done. ]
[ he cocks his head to the side, incidentally toward the tables placed outside some of the food joints and the very restaurant he'd jokingly suggested they go to. ] Let's sit.
[It's defiant, a little; she's pretty much showing him that she can look like she blends in and still be open to the idea of helping him figure Eudio out on the downlow.
It's with that in mind that she feels her stomach drop. He's figured something out.] That bad?
I didn't ask to meet at your place for a reason, Raven.
[ if she's not going to make a move, he is. he walks to the nearest table and pulls the chair out for her. he places the drink on the table and his bag, and takes the seat opposite the one he's chosen for her. he doesn't so much as fall into it, slouching like he had on her couch a few nights ago, but sits sort of stiffly in it. ]
[ being in public had been unintentional for this, but bellamy thinks, in quick hindsight, it's better. he cocks his head to the table, looking at her with an expression that's slightly guarded but soft nonetheless. it's getting a little harder to posture as though he's a tough guy around her these days. or maybe it's the fact that he doesn't want to. ] Come on.
[She's going to guess that the reason is that they're not in iminent danger, or that her place is bugged. Which, it isn't - she would've noticed, she double checked the first night. But she's going to go with the no iminent danger option for now, and join him.
She sits down at the table, and opens up her happy meal. The toy gets left unopened for now, as food gets placed on the table in order. Last, she recovers her drink from his hand.]
[ he watches her unpack her meal, using that as a reason to stall. he doesn't know the best way to break it to her. he's never really had the words, always repeating what mom wanted him to say. so, he figures, it's just better if he comes out with it. ]
Murphy's here.
[ he looks up at her without the need to have it confirmed he's still a lousy shot. ]
[Hey, it could've been worse: could've been Lexa, or fucking Gustus, or someone else equally unpalatable. But he says Murphy, and Raven reflexively tightens her grip on her drink until - inevitable, really, cheap material - she punctures the glass with her nails.
Whatever was in there is now on the table, and her day is ruined.] Fuck -- son of a bitch.
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i think i found a willing volunteer to teach you darts
text.
Cool. Introduce me later.
Where are you?
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garage
what's happening?
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When you're done, let me know. I'm not talking to you over this stupid thing.
text. > call
[RING A DING RING]
call.
[ he doesn't sound impressed, but thoroughly annoyed. ]
Really?
call.
You were being suspicious.
call.
call.
So...what?
call.
I told you I don't — [ he pinches his nose and tries to silence any groan of exasperation he wants to release. he still doesn't want to talk to her on the phone, even if it's voice or video. ] Are you almost done at the garage?
call.
call.
call.
call.
I can meet you somewhere. Your pick, my shout.
call.
I guess? This isn't you texting me because you've realized your inevitable feelings for me, right? [A JOKE, nothing more, come on dispell the tension, prove to her it's not the worst thing she's thinking of.]
call.
[ he wants to talk to her about something serious and she's joking with him about something that's also pretty serious. he just can't keep up. ]
[ there's a pause before he's back to sounding like his usual gruff and annoyed self. ]
Can you just pick a place? Or I'm buying you that McDonalds meal that comes with the damn toy.
call.
(Forgive her, she's got no idea what's coming.)]
call. → action.
Okay, I'll see you there.
[ he doesn't hang up immediately, leaving the line open for a few seconds, but eventually closes his phone and disconnects. ]
[ he makes his way to the mcdonalds on the boardwalk and waits outside, standing there with her happy meal and a drink, with his own burger in its brown bag tucked under his arm. he's dressed as casually as he's always chosen to dress, dark shirt and jeans, and very, very clean. he tries his best not to pace, instead growing a little agitated before he seems to calm himself just slightly. he's like the bellamy on the ground, their ground, always waiting for the worst to come when there's no indication a storm is approaching at all. ]
action.
Still, dressed in her jumpsuit, the top half unbuttoned and taken off to leave her in the sleeveless undershirt and sports bra, so basically the opposite of him. Not very, very clean at all.
If there was a good mood (there was), it gets snuffed out the moment she spots his expression. There's trouble.]
What's up?
action.
[ he cocks his head to the side, incidentally toward the tables placed outside some of the food joints and the very restaurant he'd jokingly suggested they go to. ] Let's sit.
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It's with that in mind that she feels her stomach drop. He's figured something out.] That bad?
[I'm going to need to sit down?]
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[ if she's not going to make a move, he is. he walks to the nearest table and pulls the chair out for her. he places the drink on the table and his bag, and takes the seat opposite the one he's chosen for her. he doesn't so much as fall into it, slouching like he had on her couch a few nights ago, but sits sort of stiffly in it. ]
[ being in public had been unintentional for this, but bellamy thinks, in quick hindsight, it's better. he cocks his head to the table, looking at her with an expression that's slightly guarded but soft nonetheless. it's getting a little harder to posture as though he's a tough guy around her these days. or maybe it's the fact that he doesn't want to. ] Come on.
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She sits down at the table, and opens up her happy meal. The toy gets left unopened for now, as food gets placed on the table in order. Last, she recovers her drink from his hand.]
Okay, shooter. Shoot.
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Murphy's here.
[ he looks up at her without the need to have it confirmed he's still a lousy shot. ]
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Whatever was in there is now on the table, and her day is ruined.] Fuck -- son of a bitch.
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