[ if his dogs bit, he'd have asked her for a second pen. but they're friendly, despite their growing size and their fondness for ignoring boundaries. sometimes bellamy's glad he'd had the sense to get a second dog, knowing nike might be as lonely as he had been before octavia had been born. she annoys zelo more than him, but she has her moments, like when raven chooses to stay over. preferring the attention of someone she doesn't have access to every hour of every day seems more appetising for a dog like nike. ]
[ bellamy lays still, readjusting her hand in his as he closes his eyes and wonders if he can catch sleep again. he doubts it, but he doesn't want to open them, either. sometimes it's better to lose a sense, tapping into his others — sound, scent, taste, even touch — than to only regard raven with his eyes. ]
[ he sighs out, ] Better you than me. [ as though nike's in earshot, or even paying attention when she goes to try and encourage zelo to play with her, he repeats, ] Eat her. She hogs the bed.
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[ bellamy lays still, readjusting her hand in his as he closes his eyes and wonders if he can catch sleep again. he doubts it, but he doesn't want to open them, either. sometimes it's better to lose a sense, tapping into his others — sound, scent, taste, even touch — than to only regard raven with his eyes. ]
[ he sighs out, ] Better you than me. [ as though nike's in earshot, or even paying attention when she goes to try and encourage zelo to play with her, he repeats, ] Eat her. She hogs the bed.