[Bellamy's not one for festivities much these days, either. He's always been a bigger fan of watching his friends enjoy themselves instead, but today, he's on his own.
He's grabbed some sort of burrito thing, stuffed with mealworms instead of beef or chicken. Despite his months here, he's still not used to food being such an easy thing. His time on the Ark and the ground have trained him never to turn down a meal, and to never waste. Now that here's here, it's not a concern anymore. In fact, he can overindulge, and there's a part of him that almost feels guilty about it.
At the offer, he turns, burrito half eaten. He recognizes the other man vaguely from the safehouse, but he can't put a name to the face.]
You sure? Most people here aren't a fan of bugs.
[But Bellamy's had far, far worse, so he's never been scared off by them the way most of the Displaced seem to be.]
festivities!
He's grabbed some sort of burrito thing, stuffed with mealworms instead of beef or chicken. Despite his months here, he's still not used to food being such an easy thing. His time on the Ark and the ground have trained him never to turn down a meal, and to never waste. Now that here's here, it's not a concern anymore. In fact, he can overindulge, and there's a part of him that almost feels guilty about it.
At the offer, he turns, burrito half eaten. He recognizes the other man vaguely from the safehouse, but he can't put a name to the face.]
You sure? Most people here aren't a fan of bugs.
[But Bellamy's had far, far worse, so he's never been scared off by them the way most of the Displaced seem to be.]