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[Bellamy is spending another boring day in his apartment, feeling like he's ready to claw down the walls. He doesn't know what to do with all of this free time, and he's going crazy with it. It's a relief when he hears the knock at the door, even though he isn't expecting anyone. When he answers to find Clary, he hesitates.]

Hey. Everything okay?

[ it's an impulsive decision made in a split second after another busy patrol that leads her to bellamy's (and clarke's, in turn) door, but she only regrets that choice when she recognizes that hesitation. in the end, choosing not to overanalyze it for her own sanity is preferred, and she has more than enough experience to smile and pretend.

not that she's smiling, per se, but she isn't frowning, either. the most expressive thing about her is the roll of her shoulders she gives, as casually as she can manage, before she shoves her hands in her pockets. ]

We're going out.

[ that, unsurprisingly, is an announcement and not a request. hop to it, bellamy. ]

[This seems to be happening a lot lately, but he just smiles a little.]

Going where?

I told you already. Out.

[ that's where. to her credit, she's not giving anything away like she would normally, through body language or tone. secretive feels like the correct route to take, given bellamy's... everything. something tells her immediately confronting him with the fact that he wears a variation on the same outfit every time she sees him wouldn't be met with anything more than a roll of the eyes, maybe even a stubborn refusal to come with her. ]

I'm not ruining the surprise yet.

[Bellamy sighs, but he steps out, closing the door behind him.]

Tell me I'm not going to regret this.

[He has a huge feeling she's got something at least partially nefarious planned, he just can't guess what.]

[ as much as she tries to press her lips together and refuse to smile, it emerges not a moment after. that should be a big cue that, yes, he's absolutely going to regret this. on the other hand, at least it's given her some happiness, so — a win/lose situation for everyone involved. ]

You're absolutely going to regret it.

[ ... a warning that probably shouldn't be said with a bright smile, but there it is. ]

But it's too late now. You already made a contract even Faust would be proud of.

[ congratulations on selling your soul to the devil, bellamy. she's careful not to grab him by the hand or the wrist, but she is going to proceed to drag him along by the arm. ]

I didn't make a contract. You forced me into this. I'm surprised you didn't stick a bag over my head.

[Sloppy, Clary. Speaking of which, he notices when she doesn't reach for his hand, but he stays quiet and doesn't bring it up.]

A verbal contract is legally binding, Blake. Besides, I really doubt you can be forced into anything, especially by me.

[ her tone, in essence, amounts to a very immature and smug deal with it while she loops her arm through his. she could take offense to the idea that she forced him into anything, but the idea that he could be bullied by a woman half his size is so laughable that she doesn't, and won't, assume that he doesn't genuinely want to be here. ]

If you keep complaining, I'm going to make this even worse.

[ so don't try her. ]

[She loops his arm through his, and that feels a bit more natural. Still, not completely normal. He really screwed up, didn't he?]

Clary, you could kill me with one hand tied behind your back.

While blindfolded, too.

[ that would sound more arrogant if it weren't true. at most, it only sounds teasing and amused, and the scoff she gives only confirms that. ]

Are you just now realizing you're afraid of me or something?

[ as lightly said as it is, she still squeezes his arm briefly, like she's encouraging a legitimate answer. bellamy might know she could break him in half if she wanted to, but her full capabilities are more than what she's mentioned, and more than she expects most normal people could comprehend without some hesitation or disbelief. ]

[Bellamy scoffs quietly.]

I'm not afraid of you. Last I checked you didn't want me dead.

[Then again, most of the people in his life could kill him if they really wanted to, and Clary is no different. Just... more powerful.]

Not yet.

[ not that she would, and hearing that bellamy isn't afraid of her solidifies the thought that he won't assume she's the type that would, either. every kill she's made has been justified — and, at any rate, her murderous intent tends to be very low for someone with her hair-trigger temper. ]

Lucky for you, I like you how you are just fine. [ as long as he isn't getting emo over that fact.. but that aside: ] Even if I do have one very small problem.

[ one very small problem this is all leading up to. bellamy is going to have many regrets. ]

Yeah? What's that?

[He's expecting something much worse than this actually is, so honestly, her suggestion will most likely be a relief.]

You roll your eyes a lot. I'm starting to think you have some kind of condition.

[ that's... not at all what she meant to say, but it's the sort of observation that comes without thinking. she doesn't have a problem with it, regardless, even when it's directed at her — but that isn't the point.]

No, wait. That's not — [ take two, because she isn't even going to finish and admit that isn't what she originally meant to say. she tugs on the sleeve of his jacket for emphasis, looking up at him with a purposeful look. ] Do you own any other type of clothing? Like, at all? That's my serious dilemma right now.

[ coming from the woman that wears leather and/or a questionable amount of black on any given day, but again, not the point. ]

[He stares at her for a second, then down at the clothes he's wearing, clothes he's never really considered. They're clean and they do the job, and that's all he thinks about.]

We weren't exactly drowning in options back home.

This is our home now.

[ even if it's difficult for clary to think of it as home. for better or for worse, it has to be home — but considering what clarke has told her, she's leaning more toward for better than for worse. ]

You have plenty of options here.

[ hint, hint. the tug on his sleeve serves as emphasis of that fact, though her meaning does, in a way, extend beyond his entire wardrobe situation. ]

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[Bellamy shrugs a little, not entirely sure what else she's getting at.]

I'll give it a shot. Don't want you to be embarrassed around me.

[ that easy acquiescence is surprising, to say the least. she anticipated more of a fight, maybe more sighing and reluctant agreement, but like hell she's going to complain about his compliance.

but she will complain about the suggestion that she'd be embarrassed, which earns him a none too gentle nudge in the ribs with her elbow. ]

I thought we went over that already. [ that's all she's going to say in reference to that incident — for now. ] Just don't start walking around in anything that's going to permanently blind me and we'll be fine.

[ eggsy's already fulfilled that role, after all. ]

I'm not Eggsy.

[And honestly, this is an insult to his character.]

Where are we going?

You mean Gary.

[ retribution for eggsy calling her by her full name — that annoying clarissa to goad her — is completely warranted and called for, in clary's mind. ]

I'm bringing you to where he pretends to have good taste. [ if there's anywhere that's going to have anything more modern, it's that tailor's shop. on the other hand — ] Unless you want to look like you came from a Renaissance fair. Let me know if that's more your style.

[ she'll only judge a little. ]

Gary?

[Wow. Why does he go by Eggsy?]

I'll pass. Don't stick me in a suit.

You didn't hear it from me.

[ that look of faux innocence and barely veiled amusement lasts for all of three seconds before it dissolves into a roll of her eyes. this is precisely what she expected of him, but it wouldn't be bellamy if he wasn't skilled at being difficult. ]

Oh my god, don't be a baby. I didn't say anything about suits.

You're not giving me an idea of what you're expecting, either.

[He's too busy for suits!]

I thought I was pretty specific.

[ does "bellamy, love yourself and stop wearing a variation of the same outfit every day" not qualify as specific? ]

Just try something else for once. I don't expect anything else. [ because it isn't for her, in the end. ] You definitely don't want me to dress you, anyway.

[He raises his eyebrows at her. That's... concerning, Clary.]

Do I want to know why?

for clary!

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