penned by #ϙᴜɪɴ
21+, he/they
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#FALLOUTRP #MVRP
. . . mock group or not, cooper is 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 down to spend some time with her.
now where did that cowboy [ @coopeduphoward.bsky.social ] run off to . ᐣ she was able to acquire two tickets to a beatles concert , and who else could she invite but him . ᐣ he's the only person she knows with great musical taste .
﹙ they're actually just a mock group .. ﹚
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. . . mock group or not, cooper is 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 down to spend some time with her.
⠀⠀ ⠀ YOU WERE NOT FORMED
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO LIVE LIKE BRUTES BUT
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO FOLLOW VIRTUE AND
⠀⠀ ⠀ KNOWLEDGE.
⠀⠀ ⠀ YOU WERE NOT FORMED
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO LIVE LIKE BRUTES BUT
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO FOLLOW VIRTUE AND
⠀⠀ ⠀ KNOWLEDGE.
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i dunno, i'm still tryin' to figure out these bullshit acronyms.
i dunno, i'm still tryin' to figure out these bullshit acronyms.
i dunno, i'm still tryin' to figure out these bullshit acronyms.
"shit, did i jus' fall asleep on ya? fuckin' marbles, i'm sorry, sweetheart."
luckily, cooper was able to catch himself in time; "ah, shit— !"
"shit, did i jus' fall asleep on ya? fuckin' marbles, i'm sorry, sweetheart."
"mm . . i don't see ya 'round much anymore, doll."
"mm . . i don't see ya 'round much anymore, doll."
it wasn't much, but cooper thought that he'd still be good company.
It was fine. Whoever it was she felt safe around.
it wasn't much, but cooper thought that he'd still be good company.
c'mon, c'mon — wake up, damn it . . !
still a fighter, even in possible death. )
from the deepest and coldest depths from below, cooper managed to pull them out— )
c'mon, c'mon — wake up, damn it . . !
( stubborn as always. )
. . . ya didn't answer m'question, though.
. . . what do i classify under?
sweetie, what made you come to such a conclusion?
sweetie, what made you come to such a conclusion?
( oh, yeah. he's definitely out like a light from that one . . . )
( despite the carefree nature of their conversation, cooper couldn't shake off the familiarity of this woman's face. )
( couldn't stomach horror after all its endured, couldn't sit still for much else. )
i'm cooper. cooper howard, you uh . . you must've seen some o' m'work, "the man from calabasas" or "valley o' the gun"?
( despite the carefree nature of their conversation, cooper couldn't shake off the familiarity of this woman's face. )
.. right.
a single hand would caress the side of the blonde's temple, allowing individual digits to soothe through strands of golden blonde;
a single hand would caress the side of the blonde's temple, allowing individual digits to soothe through strands of golden blonde;
pulling back the lever of his revolver with a faint 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 before setting it back aside over the nightstand.
Hands up. He doesn't even has his weapon on him right now.
a firm grip to the revolver, though, his hand was slightly trembling; "answer the question, or i'll turn 'yer brain into molten jell-o."
pulling back the lever of his revolver with a faint 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 before setting it back aside over the nightstand.
. . . he is kinda starving, but he doesn't exactly know how to satiate it without getting the concerning looks.
. . . he is kinda starving, but he doesn't exactly know how to satiate it without getting the concerning looks.