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coopeduphoward.bsky.social
❝𝑫𝒐 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 '𝒊𝒎?❞⠀

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{sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ}

#FALLOUTRP #MVRP
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
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.
sohoisms.bsky.social
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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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Reposted by Cᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ.
auldlangsynes.bsky.social
⠀⠀ ⠀ CONSIDER YOUR ORIGIN ;
⠀⠀ ⠀ YOU WERE NOT FORMED
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO LIVE LIKE BRUTES BUT
⠀⠀ ⠀ TO FOLLOW VIRTUE AND
⠀⠀ ⠀ KNOWLEDGE.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( sloooowly extending his arms out, far and wide . . . )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
* 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 *
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
viv's 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 a milf, without a doubt.

🙂‍↕️
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( whispering faintly to himself; ) why'd ya jus' say that out loud, coop, you fuckin' idiot . . .
youryesman.bsky.social
Hell yeah! I’m a RILF!
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
nah, nah . . 'yer a rilf, i think?

i dunno, i'm still tryin' to figure out these bullshit acronyms.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
nah, nah . . 'yer a rilf, i think?

i dunno, i'm still tryin' to figure out these bullshit acronyms.
youryesman.bsky.social
Can I be a milf?
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
"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."
cienn.sunder.my
"AH!" she yelped when he woke up, then she glanced at him, green eyes studying his outfit and expression. "You sure zonked out, dude."
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
eventually, he'd flick his eyes open, and he found himself nearly losing his balance.

luckily, cooper was able to catch himself in time; "ah, shit— !"
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
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."
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
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.
unlikelysun.bsky.social
One eye lazily cracks open to peak at him, barely registering the blurred form before she falls asleep again.

It was fine. Whoever it was she felt safe around.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
not him, though . . part of his life wouldn't matter without her in it.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( 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 . . !
angelspitter.bsky.social
( look at that. it's skin is glowing gold. trying to maintain body heat despite the water in its lungs.

still a fighter, even in possible death. )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( nope. nah, that's not the end of its story. not yet, at least.

from the deepest and coldest depths from below, cooper managed to pull them out— )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
ya tellin' me that you don't have a name? not even a middle one at that . . ?
angelspitter.bsky.social
i know.

( stubborn as always. )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( a chortle managed to fleet away from his lips, acknowledging their claims through a subtle nod; ) aheh-heh, i'm sure ya do.

. . . ya didn't answer m'question, though.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
. . . are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 a milf?
cara.sunder.my
I don't know if I know enough about either to say.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
like, i'm . . genuinely confused.

. . . what do i classify under?
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
o'course not!

sweetie, what made you come to such a conclusion?
dancerspuppet.bsky.social
….do you hate me?
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
i'm not . . quite sure that i understand.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( mouth left slightly agape — yeah, he's still out cold. )
angelspitter.bsky.social
(standing over him with a confused stare. ???? )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
* 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘨 *

( oh, yeah. he's definitely out like a light from that one . . . )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
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. )
rebornsow.bsky.social
i don't watch movies.

( couldn't stomach horror after all its endured, couldn't sit still for much else. )
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
( the question made cooper rather, perplexed. surely enough, at least one of the folks were familiar with his work— and that was not his ego talking, mind you. )

i'm cooper. cooper howard, you uh . . you must've seen some o' m'work, "the man from calabasas" or "valley o' the gun"?
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
whaaat? gotta keep up with m'vocabulary, babe ~
atomicvision.bsky.social

.. right.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
uh, duh? these words are gettin' more an' more confusin' by the minute.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
"rise an' shine, doll."
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
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;
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
"so . . what brings ya in town, percy? as you can see, i'm not exactly one for tours."
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
"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.
insectglaives.bsky.social
"The door was open???"

Hands up. He doesn't even has his weapon on him right now.
coopeduphoward.bsky.social
"who the fuck are you an' how'd ya get into m'house?"

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."