013 [action] - backdated to Friday

[tapestodiane]

[Private to France:] How about that coffee? Any time that works for you. (ooc: we could totally skip right to that and tag as if saturday coffee stuff, if you want?)

[And action, after that:] [Basically Cooper is all over the streets of Goldenrod today. He needs a new coat (there’s a nasty-looking tear in the sleeve of the one he’s wearing right now). And a suit (same there). And some strong coffee.]

[If you run into him, you might notice that he looks a bit different – could be the scratches on his face and general messy state. Coop is ... never in a messy state. Feel free to bother him about this and the fact that he seems generally tense.]

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(action) /sneaks back in lol hi ;-;

[prideofcamelot.livejournal.com]

I doubt there's rhyme or reason to it. (Arthur frowns thoughtfully at the few stormclouds lurking on the horizon.) If there was, it'd suggest that our being here isn't random.

(action) /scolds then pets

[tapestodiane]

It might not be. In fact, why would it? A lot of things support that there is some kind of planning behind all this.

(action) you're up early :o

[prideofcamelot.livejournal.com]

(Arthur just shakes his head. He doesn't feel like hashing all of this out again right now.)

Even of there is, it doesn't make a difference if there's no solid proof either way. (He stops, and looks at Dale's torn clothing.) Are you going to be stopping at the department store?

(action) I've got school, so xD

[tapestodiane]

True.

_{[Cooper agrees with that, even if he can't help but speculate. He follows Arthur's look, eyeing the tear in the sleeve critically.]}

That was the plan.

_{[And where he's headed.]}