[ pushing himself up onto his elbows, bellamy looks up at her with a soft smile. letting his eyes travel over her, he purses his lips, as if mulling it over. he doesn't make a move to do anything, remaining as he is. ]
[ after a moment, he does move. shifting his arms, he begins to lie back onto his bed. stretching his arms above his head, crossing them beneath his head as a pillow. playing by the rules has never gotten him far, and it's a lesson he has yet to properly learn. he finds he does so now, opting to rebel instead of heeding her as he knows he probably would have if she had chosen to play by the rules she'd originally established. ]
[ looking up at her, his expression is smug, smile intact as he stills. and it's after a moment he thinks to explain: ] I'm bending the rules.
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[ after a moment, he does move. shifting his arms, he begins to lie back onto his bed. stretching his arms above his head, crossing them beneath his head as a pillow. playing by the rules has never gotten him far, and it's a lesson he has yet to properly learn. he finds he does so now, opting to rebel instead of heeding her as he knows he probably would have if she had chosen to play by the rules she'd originally established. ]
[ looking up at her, his expression is smug, smile intact as he stills. and it's after a moment he thinks to explain: ] I'm bending the rules.