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 . . . )

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 ~

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;

"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 . . ?

ᅠ ⠀ ⠀ NOTHING HURTS, ⠀ ⠀NOT EVEN YOU—— .ᐟ ⠀⠀ ꒱ ᅠ

"Stick by my side and I know we can make it through anything." #OCRP / #MVRP An original character written by SUNDER.

"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."

"GAH— !" accidentally unloading a single round from his revolver to the wall next to the stranger . . .

placing a pillow over his head, the racket is gonna make cooper shoot the person nearest to him . . .

❝𝘎𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘑𝘩𝘰 ! 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 !❞ ● Percival "Percy" A. Thurian ● Fifth-Fleet A-Lister. Master-Rank Hunter ● Insect Glaive Main. Flying Wyvern Specialist ● Bug Enthusiast

𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙣.

well, he's reminding himself to steer her away from coffee. at least, for the timebeing until she's gotten her body clock back in order . . .

quin apologies for the sudden sporadic activity, i should be able to attend to some replies that i owe later today ♡

ㅤ ㅤ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 —— ㅤ ——— 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬, T͟A͟R͟N͟I͟S͟H͟E͟D͟. ㅤ roleplay; elden ring verse but crossover friendly. 18+ ㅤ

𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴? 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

woah, woah . . vivian, deep breaths. e'rythin is gonna be jus' fine, okay? ( lowering down a set of hands to his sides. he's never seen this side of the woman's before, which only encouraged cooper in attempting to calm her nerves. )

* 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘨 * ( oh, yeah. he's definitely out like a light from that one . . . )

i'm not . . quite sure that i understand.

gee, i wonder why . . must've provoked 'im.

uh, duh? these words are gettin' more an' more confusin' by the minute.

"w-wha— ??" the man muttered out in confusion as he proceeds to run a set of hands around his cheeks. palms now stained with the sight of dark crimson, which caused cooper to tremble by the sight of it; "uh, yeah . . yeah, that'd be uh– that would be nice."

"y'know what? not particularly sure, really . . maybe it was jus' dumb luck, or somethin' else. either way, i'm jus' glad i didn't have 'em . ." brims shone as bright as the morning sun, even more so when sandie's face basked in its rays. 》

. . . wait, do they happen to know each other, by any chance?

( 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"?