it wouldn't be much of a surprise to the blonde, but he's actually been walking around town. most of the time, he'd just loiter by the corner of a small cafe to sniff out some of its pastries.
. . . mock group or not, cooper is 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 down to spend some time with her.
⠀⠀ ⠀ CONSIDER YOUR ORIGIN ;
⠀⠀ ⠀ YOU WERE NOT FORMED
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO LIVE LIKE BRUTES BUT
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO FOLLOW VIRTUE AND
⠀⠀ ⠀ KNOWLEDGE.
☕️ . . 🌤
( sloooowly extending his arms out, far and wide . . . )
* 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 *
oh, shit, uh—
viv's 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 a milf, without a doubt.
🙂↕️
( whispering faintly to himself; ) why'd ya jus' say that out loud, coop, you fuckin' idiot . . .
nah, nah . . 'yer a rilf, i think?
i dunno, i'm still tryin' to figure out these bullshit acronyms.
"m-mmph . . wha– huh?" confusion arose by the time he'd set his sights upon the individual settled right before him.
"shit, did i jus' fall asleep on ya? fuckin' marbles, i'm sorry, sweetheart."
arms solely wrapped around @unlikelysun.bsky.social from behind, with no apparent means of letting go . . not yet, anyway.
"mm . . i don't see ya 'round much anymore, doll."
it wouldn't be long now before the man actually managed to lay right beside vivian, with a book hovering over his face.
it wasn't much, but cooper thought that he'd still be good company.
🙄
( cue the man attempting to press both conjoined hands to the center of its chest. no, he's not about to let a poor, young soul succumb to their own tomfoolery. )
c'mon, c'mon — wake up, damn it . . !
ya tellin' me that you don't have a name? not even a middle one at that . . ?
. . . are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 a milf?
o'course not!
sweetie, what made you come to such a conclusion?
( mouth left slightly agape — yeah, he's still out cold. )
ah, so i take it 'yer into another format? television? lotta folks are tunin' into their home screens more than often now.
( despite the carefree nature of their conversation, cooper couldn't shake off the familiarity of this woman's face. )
whaaat? gotta keep up with m'vocabulary, babe ~
"rise an' shine, doll."
riiiight, how silly of him to even assume such a thing ( yeah, he'll reserve the cups for later— 𝘪𝘧, and only if, she recovers from her grogginess.
a single hand would caress the side of the blonde's temple, allowing individual digits to soothe through strands of golden blonde;
"so . . what brings ya in town, percy? as you can see, i'm not exactly one for tours."
"christ, an' here i thought viv was jus' lettin' anyone in . ."
pulling back the lever of his revolver with a faint 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 before setting it back aside over the nightstand.
she has a point— no better than to savor what's still living, rather to shoot one on the spot.
. . . he is kinda starving, but he doesn't exactly know how to satiate it without getting the concerning looks.
does she have an extra stick to spare . . ?
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⠀ ⠀ NOTHING HURTS,
⠀ ⠀NOT EVEN YOU—— .ᐟ ⠀⠀ ꒱
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