animal adoption day [open to all]

[coopdetat]

SIREN COVE ANIMAL SHELTER PROUDLY PRESENTS
ANIMAL ADOPTION DAY
ALL ADOPTIONS FREE FROM 10AM-4PM. FIRST VET VISIT FREE WITH SHEA COOPER, DVM.
BOOTHS, FOOD, PRIZES, AND MORE! SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2014 AT SIREN COVE BEACH PARK.



Coop's satisfied with the turnout today. He's been working on this event with Dylan for weeks and now that he's had the chance to talk to Les about what's going on with Joel, he feels a little more at ease. Not by a lot, friend-devouring demon on the loose and what not, but still, knowing they have some extra help has proven to be better for his sleeping patterns.

Besides, it's kind of hard to let his mind wander to darker things like that when he's watching kids points out their favorite puppies and kitties and bunnies and begging their parents for the chance to take them home. He's seen familiar faces and met brand new ones, a majority of them eager to get his advice on what's best to feed their new family addition, what the best heartworm medication is, what the best grooming tips are, all sorts of shit that he answers with ease with a giant grin on his face because this is what he loves doing. Watching little fluffballs bring joy to people's faces, it never gets old.

He can see Dylan assisting a couple with one of their older gals, a four-year-old Basset called Hettie who's the sweetest thing but hasn't had much luck in finding a forever home. Coop watches with a faint smile, pleased at the attention the dog's so deservedly getting, and doesn't really register that someone's tapping on his shoulder until it starts to feel more like they're jabbing him. He turns with a raised eyebrow, smile still intact because he's nice like that.

"Hi, yeah, what can I do ya for?"



[OOC: Feel free to use this as a gathering. Or an excuse to come harass this dumdum.]

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[callmeemily]

She nodded - he was right, although honestly, she thought that there wasn't all that much Coop could do to push away his customers. He's just a all-around nice guy; she's thought that for as long as she's known him, and she's never heard anyone say anything different. He actually lets her pay, and it's a good change usual; he's rushed to pay more than once, and now she actually can pay for herself, some, and get him a lemonade, too (plus, it's only four dollars for the two of them.) "Well, then, I'm glad you made the right choice."

She walks with him, and she notices the way that he's slowed how he walks. She's seen him - around his own house, when he's running, and Coop's not the kind of guy to waste time moseying unless he's got a reason, but he's at her pace and she's thankful. She knows all too well what it's like when people don't, and there's no issue about it on her end; she just goes at her own pace and nevermind if she's embarrassed, but Coop's always just.... he's not been that person. He's thoughtful, with her.

Maybe that's one of the (many) reasons she likes him as much as she does. Because he cares, and it means something to her.

She settles herself on the bench when he does, and she's grateful to get off her feet. Puppies were one thing - they made it worth it, but that still didn't mean it was easy for her to be on her feet quite as much as she had been.

Listening, Raleigh nods slowly, holding the lemonade in both hands as she looks down at the cup, before she looks back up at his face. "Did she? Explain, I mean." It's clear he's warring with himself over it - if it's a good thing that she's back, if this is something he wants, or not.

[coopdetat]

"It's complicated," he answers, offering her a small smile because it's a lame as hell thing to say and he knows it, but it's also the truth. "And you know know me, I don't like when things complicated."

Simplicity, that's what he enjoys because when things are simple, people don't get hurt. It's easier to tell someone upfront that he's not into relationships that go beyond bedroom--or otherwise--activities, that he's never going to be in it for the long haul and to be fair, never say never, but it's been years since Sylvie had left and Coop still isn't interested in finding more with someone else. The ship has sailed, at least that what he keeps telling himself. There are plenty of fishes in the sea and all that jazzed up bullshit, sure, but Coop's got a big net. It doesn't really seem to make sense to just find the one fish because really, how long could it possibly last?

Painless, that's what how he wants to stay, and it's getting progressively harder every fucking day with Sylvie being back in town. Besides that, there's Owen, and Coop doesn't even really want to start going down that path right now because there's too much history between them and talk about complicated. They're best friends, that's what Owen wants to be and that's the way that should stay, nothing else matters. Coop isn't pining, it's not an actual problem, but if there was ever just going to be one fish then...

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, taking a sip of his lemonade before turning his head to look at Raleigh again. He can either tell her the footnotes version or not tell her at all, and he's not sure which is the right decision because part of it is Sylvie's life, Sylvie's choices, and it's not his story to tell. But he can tell his side, there's no real harm in that. "I didn't tell her I was a witch until the night I proposed. We had friends over for dinner, it was this big thing, we popped open a bottle of champagne after we said yes. But then they left, and I had to tell the truth, you know? I had to. She was surprised, to say the least, but I didn't think-- I don't know. I didn't think it would make her fucking leave, not after everything."

He has a slightly better idea of why she'd done it now, though hearing that she'd had a less than positive experience with witches in the past hadn't exactly given him any relief. Coop doesn't know the whole story yet, he's maybe been a little afraid to ask; but he guesses that it's better than thinking that she'd suddenly just decided she didn't love him enough to marry him anymore. He'd had no choice but to believe that all this time.

"Anyway, I'm trying. We both are, and I don't know what's going to happen but if she's going to be here, I just have to accept that."

[callmeemily]

Raleigh nods when he says it's complicated - of course it is, anytime you talk about almost married her four years ago, it's going to be complicated, and he's right. He's direct and forthright and it's one of the things she respects about him, even though.... sometimes, things are just... complicated. No matter what you want them to be.

Like this, maybe. This is complicated, this mess with Sylvie.

He explains, a little - and Raleigh doesn't have experience in any of it; not with relationships, not with telling people you're a witch, not with any of it, but her brows furrow. She has one thing she actually does have experience with - being someone without powers, and finding out the people around you all have them.

However, especially since she wasn't there, and she's got no idea what else might have been going on, Raleigh bites her lower lip. "I think that's a good attitude. It doesn't make it easier, but you're right, that if she's going to be here, there's nothing else you can do." She pauses, and wonders if there was anything she -could- say. "Have you really... talked about it? Or not yet?"