week two, sunday

[jettisons]

[After the execution, Bellamy wanders the beach, too keyed up to do much of anything else. He's not so much walking as pacing, steps a bit too quick and posture a bit too tense. He hates this, and it's written in every line of his face, like he's trying very hard to figure something out and failing utterly. When he spots Vriska, though, he finally stops.]

Up to no good, Vriska?

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[hypertoxic]

[ well. that's a hell of a way to say hello, bellamy. she'll give him kind of a sardonic look, her smile thin and crooked. ]

Always!

[ But the look softens a little as she turns to properly face him. She'll gesture with a hand, airy, one eyebrow raised. ]

What are you doing, anyway? Wait, let me guess. Stalking around, all broody and serious! Did I get it? I totally got it, didn't I?