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it's a beautiful day for a neighbor
It's been one hell of a Saturday, and it's not even noon yet.
He'd been woken up nearly at the crack of dawn by a petite pair of hands--quickly followed by a larger, stronger pair--in bed this morning and the past couple hours had consisted of the kind of vigorous activity Coop can't get out of playing basketball or going to the gym. He'd met the married couple, Sophie and Luka, during his time abroad in France nearly six years ago and when he'd decided to return to Siren Cove, he'd invited them to visit anytime. They'd accepted his offer and every third week in July, Coop takes a few days off from work--aside from emergency calls, of course--to spend some quality time with his friends.
He waves goodbye to them now with the promise of seeing them again next year as their cab pulls off the curb in front of his house. He waves until the car turns a corner and then he drops his arm to his side, rolling his neck and shoulders with a satisfied sigh and smile before offering a wave to a small group of people who pass. It takes him a moment to understand why he's getting stares as they walk by until he looks down and remembers he's not wearing much in the way of any actual clothing, save for the pair of itty bitty briefs that are really just a courtesy anyway.

He gives the group a salute, holding back a laugh at the way a couple of them trip over their own feet before they correct themselves in a hurry, and shifts his attention to the next person who approaches with a bright grin.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?"
[OOC: Be a neighbor, be coming over for a visit, or just be passing by!]
He'd been woken up nearly at the crack of dawn by a petite pair of hands--quickly followed by a larger, stronger pair--in bed this morning and the past couple hours had consisted of the kind of vigorous activity Coop can't get out of playing basketball or going to the gym. He'd met the married couple, Sophie and Luka, during his time abroad in France nearly six years ago and when he'd decided to return to Siren Cove, he'd invited them to visit anytime. They'd accepted his offer and every third week in July, Coop takes a few days off from work--aside from emergency calls, of course--to spend some quality time with his friends.
He waves goodbye to them now with the promise of seeing them again next year as their cab pulls off the curb in front of his house. He waves until the car turns a corner and then he drops his arm to his side, rolling his neck and shoulders with a satisfied sigh and smile before offering a wave to a small group of people who pass. It takes him a moment to understand why he's getting stares as they walk by until he looks down and remembers he's not wearing much in the way of any actual clothing, save for the pair of itty bitty briefs that are really just a courtesy anyway.

He gives the group a salute, holding back a laugh at the way a couple of them trip over their own feet before they correct themselves in a hurry, and shifts his attention to the next person who approaches with a bright grin.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?"
[OOC: Be a neighbor, be coming over for a visit, or just be passing by!]
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"I think you have the wrong sister. Sunshine is not a thing you'd associate me with." Keira replied with a bemused smile as he does a slow little spin for her. And if she looked she could hardly be blamed, she wasn't blind to his oh, so obvious charms. "Keeps you feeling young and fresh... sounds like an advertisement for feminine hygiene products."
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"So you're the dark and twisty twin, then?" he asks, his tone bordering on the edge of teasing. "Because that's fine, it's good to know. And hey, someone's got to be the one to sell the lady part products, okay? There's no shame in it, I'd make a great spokesperson."
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"I'm not going to even comment on having your weighty package in my hands," she replied with a smirk. Looking at the name then up at her neighbour she raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's one problem solved at least... You're Cooper huh.?"
She handed over the package before giving him a wry, knowing look. "So, is it clothes you ordered because I'm pretty sure half the neighbours would riot if it were."
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He sighs heavily, lowering his head as if regretful of what's in the package. "Alas, it is an article of clothing that I've ordered. A new vet coat, actually, one of my patients managed to make a mess of one of my old ones. It's a hard-knock life out there for the animal doctors, you know."
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He laughs at that, not that it's the first time he's heard it. Athlete, model, plastic surgeon, these are all careers people have asked if he has, but none of them have ever sounded appealing. Athlete, maybe, since he'd played quarterback in high school; but aside from the fact that he'd be a hell of a lot richer, he doesn't think it would be as rewarding a life as the one he has now. "I do, it's kind of my thing. I've got two dogs, one of them's been with me since I was... shit, fifteen?"
His healing powers help, they've caused a bit of controversy among people who've realized he uses them on his patients, but as far as Coop is concerned, better a healthy pet than a suffering one. "Anyway, it's a good job."
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Nothing could be further from the truth and the glint in his eyes gives him away even through his attempt at a serious expression. He lowers his hand back down at the question and nods, grin set back in place. "Seriously a vet. What's your cat's name? You're both welcome by anytime. And I mean, is it really a line if it's true?" In truth, he loves his dogs more than anything else in the world so when he talks highly of them, it's for nobody's benefit; it's just being honest.
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Keira took a breath, looking at him sternly before muttering. "It's Mr. Tinkles. She's a lovely cat."
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He narrows his eyes, biting down on the inside of his cheek because he's heard worse--The Sweet Queen Anniepants Kissieface, for one, a poodle he'd treated for excessive fur shedding, though it had turned out that she was actually pregnant with Sweet Princes and Princesses Anniepants Kissiefaces or however the fuck his client had insisted on referring to them as--but it really is just such a weirdly sweet name.
"Well. While I'd like to hear more about those unspeakable things, I wouldn't dare laugh at something your poor cat had no control over."
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"But I like speaking about unspeakable things. Unspeakable things are my most favorite of things, come on, you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
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Mostly putting tape across it.