It's a few minutes before Bellamy answers the door - the flat inside is much warmer, mercifully, presumably to accommodate for the fact that he's wearing all of pajama trousers and a cat when he does (Drustan is willing to make do with his own pet human when softer options aren't available, and he's draped over one of his shoulders). He's damp-haired and still over-warm like he just got out of the shower or bath, and altogether far less formal.
Somehow, if she were anyone else, this would fail completely to make him any more approachable.
"Hasi," he says, with something that is almost surprise. "Come in, then."
"Happy to see me?" Once she's in the door, for the record, she's going to demonstrate how approachable she finds him by looping both arms around his shoulders. And kissing him, because she feels like reminding him of exactly how strong their physical chemistry is immediately is a good way of making sure this goes well.
Since she's provided him with such an excellent way of not answering that verbally - what would he say, 'yes'? how eloquent that'd be - Bellamy takes full advantage, turning her so he can push the front door shut again with his foot. Drustan, disturbed from his perch by all this tomfoolery, responds maturely by putting his paws in Hasi's hair-
"...let me just get him out of there."
(The place in his book, left on the sofa where he'd been before he answered the door, is marked with a laserpointer. This really is how they spend their evenings.)
"Sorry, Drustan," she says, reaching up to pet the big old angry looking cat, "we need our privacy for a little while."
Sometimes it's probably a little weird, how wholly comfortable she is in other people's homes. She doesn't walk like she owns the place, but rather like she belongs there.
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It's a few minutes before Bellamy answers the door - the flat inside is much warmer, mercifully, presumably to accommodate for the fact that he's wearing all of pajama trousers and a cat when he does (Drustan is willing to make do with his own pet human when softer options aren't available, and he's draped over one of his shoulders). He's damp-haired and still over-warm like he just got out of the shower or bath, and altogether far less formal.
Somehow, if she were anyone else, this would fail completely to make him any more approachable.
"Hasi," he says, with something that is almost surprise. "Come in, then."
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"Happy to see me?" Once she's in the door, for the record, she's going to demonstrate how approachable she finds him by looping both arms around his shoulders. And kissing him, because she feels like reminding him of exactly how strong their physical chemistry is immediately is a good way of making sure this goes well.
Not to mention: fun.
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Since she's provided him with such an excellent way of not answering that verbally - what would he say, 'yes'? how eloquent that'd be - Bellamy takes full advantage, turning her so he can push the front door shut again with his foot. Drustan, disturbed from his perch by all this tomfoolery, responds maturely by putting his paws in Hasi's hair-
"...let me just get him out of there."
(The place in his book, left on the sofa where he'd been before he answered the door, is marked with a laserpointer. This really is how they spend their evenings.)
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"Sorry, Drustan," she says, reaching up to pet the big old angry looking cat, "we need our privacy for a little while."
Sometimes it's probably a little weird, how wholly comfortable she is in other people's homes. She doesn't walk like she owns the place, but rather like she belongs there.
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