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I'll make this look pretty later!

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god whatever LISTEN!!!!

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[Bellamy issss technically busy, but only in the sense that he is physically incapable of slowing down. He was planning on checking up on her today anyway though, so...]

Everything alright? You get the cure yet?

no you can't make me listen ALSO ( 1/2 ) fight me again

[obstinance]

no, i'm still totally bleeding out of the eyeballs.

[obstinance]

just kidding, i got it. i'm fine. don't be such a worrywart.

[ clary, you're not funny. ]

[jettisons]

Cute.

[Free him.]

I'm on my way. What's going on?

[obstinance]

yeah, i already know you think i'm cute, blake.

[ 500x worse now that she isn't sputtering out blood. give her a break. ]

it's not that important, but i figured you'd ignore me if i didn't trick you into coming over.

[ :') ]

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Yeah, because I make a habit of doing that. Are you going to tell me or not, Clary?

[Free! Him!!]

[obstinance]

you make a habit of not listening.

[ just saying. shots fired. ]

i just wanted to see you. is that a crime?

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[This sounds super fake, Clary.]

No. I'll be there in ten.

[And ten minutes later, he appears! Hey, Clary. Guess who looks like he hasn't slept in years? This guy.]

[obstinance]

[ rude?? she's innocent, what's with these baseless accusations. as if to prove it, she does look genuinely relieved to see him at her doorstep — or what little of him she gets a view of before she launches herself bodily at him. lack of contact due to infectious viruses — on top of the month's accumulation of worry and paranoia — has a way of putting things into perspective, especially where appreciation is involved.

it's a brief event, regardless, given she pulls away from him after a few moments to knit her eyebrows together. ]

Way to prove my point. [ about not listening, but no, she isn't going to clarify. ] You still look horrible.

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[Bellamy isn't expecting the hug, and he's so exhausted that it makes him stagger back a step. He wraps his arms around her, and this close, she'll be able to feel him actually relax, the tension easing from his shoulders as he exhales. He knows she's right—he's been pushing himself too much, and he's running on less than empty, but seeing her back to her old self makes it feel worth it.

She pulls away, and it takes him just a split second too long to respond and let her go. His reply, maybe unsurprisingly, is completely dry.]

Good to see you, too.

[obstinance]

[ maybe it's less surprising to her that a girl of her size and stature could have such a physical impact, that she could be a force to reckon with in that momentum that carries her forward, but there's still a hint of concern that makes itself known when — even after they've disconnected — she settles her hands on his shoulders. if she can't steady him physically, she can at least try to steady him in other aspects. ]

Try saying it like you mean it next time and it might actually sound like a compliment.

[ but it wasn't a compliment he was gunning for, or so she suspects, with that dryness. her mouth still quirks in spite of that, a little sheepish but mostly unabashedly happy. ]

Are you actually going to stay, or do I have to keep you from running off?

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I'm not going anywhere.

[If he's honest with himself, he's tired of running all over the city, and now that things are settling down, he has no reason to push himself the way he has been. Besides, he's been worrying about her.]

How are you feeling?

[obstinance]

Good.

[ not only is she pleased to avoid that circular argument in which neither of them would be docile enough to budge, she's glad for the company now that she can fully enjoy it. indulging in it would have been made infinitely more difficult by his opposition if she'd needed to drag him inside, but — ]

Come on. [ yeah, she's dragging him inside, anyway. her fingers fit around his wrist, tugging insistently toward the living room as she kicks the front door closed the door softly behind them. ]

I'm good. The best I've been in a long time, actually.

[ and the energy she has to her should confirm that as fact. ]

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[Bellamy smiles a little, letting himself be tugged along. It's been weeks since she's looked this healthy, and he can't hide his obvious relief. It's nice to just have a normal conversation with her, too. It feels like all they've been doing is arguing about how each of them should be taking better care of themselves lately.]

I can tell. Sick of Wyver yet?

[obstinance]

I'd ask how you're feeling, but the answer is obvious.

[ it's not a mean-spirited jab, but it is a jab aimed toward him. bellamy has the tendency to shrug those off without offense more than most she's met, but she still means it, even if there's no point in repeating the same sentiment she's told him a hundred times before. bellamy, as it turns out, has a denser head than most she's met, too. ]

— How could I be sick of a place with dragons? [ comes the follow-up not a second after, like it was a thought she couldn't contain for more than a second. speaking of inability to contain herself, he's most certainly getting shoved down onto the couch as she plops onto the cushion next to him. ] I mean, it's not a bad place. Just... uh. Weird.

[ like 'too hot' and 'too friendly' and 'too many people were getting aggressively handsy in the streets after the cure was released' weird. ]

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[Bellamy sits down with complaint, even if she pushes him unnecessarily. And yeah, he looks like absolute crap and he knows it. Considering Clary has been hounding him all month, he doesn't even bother to pretend he's not ready to pass out. There's no point, and he knows it'll just start an argument, anyway. So, as she talks, he tilts his head back against the cushions, closing his eyes. The little amused scoff he lets out it proof enough that he's still listening.]

I'm guessing you had the same problems I did. They must not do personal space here.

[obstinance]

[ well, that's a start. she's quiet for a moment, free to roll her eyes in the quiet of the room now that his eyes aren't fixed on her. flicking him in the side of the face is counterproductive to her goal of convincing him to take some minimal care where his own well-being is involved, but it's deserved for the amount of heckling he's put her through in these weeks. ]

That's putting it lightly. [ very, very lightly. the affection of the locals had some benefits, considering the pacts they'd been mistakenly offering, but that aside? ] What, not a fan of being preyed on by the locals? I thought that'd be more your style than mine.

[ it's a joke, from the laugh in her voice, but still. clary, stop. ]

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[That's rude, honestly. Bellamy opens his eyes again, lips quirking. She might be pleased to notice that he's not actually moving, still sinking into the back of the couch.]

You trying to say something, Fray?

[obstinance]

I'm not trying to say something. I am saying it.

[ if he thought flicking him was rude, she's evidently surpassing herself. ]

[jettisons]

[He didn't expect anything less when he was on his way over here.]

No. Getting handsy with the locals isn't on my to-do list.

[God, Clary!]

Sorry to disappoint you.

[obstinance]

Was the use of 'to-do' list an intentional pun, or...

[ she's going to just trail off on that one, eyebrows pointedly raised as she presses her lips together to keep from chuckling beneath her breath. the picture of maturity, this one. ]

Sorry to disappoint you, but — [ yes, that's a finger jabbing him in the chest, solely for the point of emphasis. ] I'm not into voyeurism, anyway.

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[He raises his eyebrows back, pushing her hand away gently, expression amused.]

Good to know. I'm not into whatever the hell they were doing, so we're even.

[obstinance]

[ she lets her hand be moved, but it returns not a second afterward. she can't be curbed or denied, considering the fingers that tap him directly in the jaw. ]

Says the exhibitionist himself.

[ look she still remembers the beach. have some shame, bellamy. ]

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Exhibitionist? Did I miss something?

[He's fully aware he has no shame, but stripping down at the beach isn't something he'd slot into the "exhibitionist" category, so he feels like he's missing something. This time, he doesn't swat her hand away.]

[obstinance]

Nope.

[ complete with the p popping, as though her quick answer wasn't suspicious enough — to say nothing of her failure at concealing a smile that is, at best, conspiratorial. the very same kind that says i have a secret and you have no idea what it is. ]

Not a thing.

[ her hand stays, now that it isn't being swatted against, fingers splayed absently where jawline meets neck. if he can't figure out her meaning for himself, like hell she's going to embarrass herself by explaining it for him. ]