breakfast that one time. instantly octavia’s head shoots up, maybe a little too quickly because for a moment after all she can see in bryan’s room is stars. “whoa,” she blinks once. then twice. emerald hues finally adjusting on bryan once it feels like the room is no longer a merry go round. “you mean the time we all decided a water balloon fight at the crack of dawn was a good idea after, how many tequila bottles?” there’s a light chuckle that fills the room as a smirk dances onto her lips. “my hair is completely moldable – it had to survive years of bellamy’s torture okay?” although he makes a good point, if they wanted to have breakfast down at the diner before adventuring tomorrow they needed to get some sleep. especially octavia. sleep would help the booze leave her system. “promise not to steal all the blankets this time?” she asks, eyelids already feeling heavier simply at the idea of sleep.
Bryan’s eyes went wide and he looked worried as Octavia shot up like that. “Yeah, whoa. Maybe that’s not such a good idea, huh?” He chuckled softly, “And yes, that time. I’m sure they still remember us there.” He continued to play with her hair for the moment, humming at her words. “This is true, though I think it’d be hilarious to see him trying to fix hair,” He snickered out. He scooted and made it so that they were both laying on the bed, grinning lightly at her words. “I’ll try,” He stated then, “But I make no real promises. Go to see, O.”
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