[Theatrics are both their game, let's be real. Cooper won't say no to things offered, but he's more likely to take a hard look at why someone is making the offer. Lot of times there's an underhanded reason. Old ghoul can't be too careful. But he understands the type of ghoul, the type of man, Hancock is. There maybe theatrics, but he wears his ideals on his sleeves.
He won't shy away from the way Hancock looks at him, his own gaze not skittering away but meeting the others blackened eyes. It don't bother him really, the yellowed, red and bloodshot, or the blackened eyes of many ghouls. Of course some have perfectly "normal" eyes too, like him. At this point he doesn't really give a shit how he looks, he's been walking the Earth for over 200 years, but he's grateful to still have his eyes. It might be the one thing his daughter will recognize when he finds her. That's neither here nor there right this moment. Cooper follows after Hancock, lazy and relaxed.]
Sounds like a vault to me. You hiding one of those tin cans under here?
[If that really was the case any mood was going to be ruined. That was the last fucking place he wanted to be in.]
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He won't shy away from the way Hancock looks at him, his own gaze not skittering away but meeting the others blackened eyes. It don't bother him really, the yellowed, red and bloodshot, or the blackened eyes of many ghouls. Of course some have perfectly "normal" eyes too, like him. At this point he doesn't really give a shit how he looks, he's been walking the Earth for over 200 years, but he's grateful to still have his eyes. It might be the one thing his daughter will recognize when he finds her. That's neither here nor there right this moment. Cooper follows after Hancock, lazy and relaxed.]
Sounds like a vault to me. You hiding one of those tin cans under here?
[If that really was the case any mood was going to be ruined. That was the last fucking place he wanted to be in.]
You gotta say 'hocus pocus' to get in too?