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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote in [community profile] route_1065 2012-12-24 08:29 am (UTC)

[Instincts are important. And... well, unfortunately, instinct will probably tell him that Heather looks like a total delinquent. Leather coat, short scruffy hair, scarred hands, torn jeans... and brightly-colored socks with little Chatots on them, but LET'S JUST FORGET ABOUT THOSE.]

[Still, she looks first surprised and then a little delighted, and then a little HORRIFIED, when he reveals that holy shit, he's yet ANOTHER Cooper Coworker (tm).]


Dude, are you freakin' serious?

It's like... an FBI office party in this place or something! [... Because yeah, assuming he's part of the FBI. ASSUMPTIONS EVERYWHERE.]

I had no idea!

[... Cooper hadn't said anything about it. ... But then again, between them, they'd had a whole hell of a lot more to sort through than arrivals. She's not exactly surprised he hadn't decided she needed to know about more of his friends showing up...]

WOW, and my Pokemon totally just shouted like five different words for 'shit' at you, some first impression I'm making...

[... And as though on cue, Wren cheerfully croaks a distinct "FUCK!" from her spot in the crook of Heather's arm. Her beak is promptly held shut.]

Um... yeah.

I didn't teach her that.

[She totally did.]

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