031 - 4th wall

[tapestodiane]

[If you're around ... wherever he is, but it's out in the woods somewhere, you might hear gunshots. And if you're curious enough to see what's up, you'll see that Coop evidently has his gun back and is shooting at targets. Where they're from is a mystery, but he's making the best of their presence - his skills have waned some in the years he's been stuck in pokémonland, but it's evident the longer he's at it, the more confidence and skill shows in his shooting.]

[Until he's at the point where he's consistently hitting the bullseye in every single target every single time.]

[Yeah, he's that good. He could shoot you a pattern if you like.]

[... and there magically seems to be ammunition around whenever he needs it, so hey.]


(Action absolutely anywhere as per usual - feel free to just bump into him wandering if you prefer. COME AT ME.)

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[tapestodiane]

_{[He doesn't outwardly react to her presence at first, just smiles at her voice. But once he's checked the chamber to make sure all bullets are fired he turns to her, not bothering to reload the weapon just yet.]}

When you only get so many opportunities, you better.

[doitrockapella]

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future..."

[She doesn't like guns — never has — and so there's a certain vague wariness in the way she glances at the weapon before she approaches. But it's a fleeing moment of sentiment, and passes quickly. Cooper's line of work necessitates it. She chose her path specifically to ensure that her detectives wouldn't.

But if she does disapprove of the gun in and of itself, that dislike is quickly replaced by a fervent fascination of how naturally it fits in his hand, how effortlessly he's marked the target with it. A gun is a weapon, but it's also a tool. Right now, it seems, it's a tool in the hands of a maestro.

...which is pretty hot, actually.]

I see your skill extends to more than just Beltane wood.

[tapestodiane]

_{[His smile is slightly crooked when he lets the weapon change hands so he can reach over for her with the other and kiss her in greeting.]}

I'm good at hitting my marks.

<sub>[His aim is eerily accurate almost no matter what he's aiming with, and he's aware. But he's not always sure how to respond to such praise since it's always been that way.]

[So instead he lets that be part of their ever-ongoing flirt.]</sub>

[doitrockapella]

[And the month of separation is still fresh enough in her memory that something as simple and easy as a tug and a kiss is new, and special, and worthy of savoring.]

You always manage to hit the right one with me.

[She won't lose sight of that gun, or at least not of a general awareness of where it is at any given time, but it's safe in his hands and so is she.]