cooper would never have stooped this low, way back before the bombs dropped. i mean, before his ex wife let the bombs drop. safe to say he was a loyal man until the falling out with his wife.

200 years of isolation really changes a man. so, might as well make the most of it… luckily enough for him, a once-barren wasteland was no longer completely barren. civilisations and factions popping up, left, right and centre. society was moving on, or attempting to, much as it possibly could.

even a ghoul like himself could get in. and just like the days before the bombs dropped, one could find any sort of services that could make their dreams come true. or at least, cure their loneliness for just a little while. the ghoul steps inside this brothel that opened up a few years back, just on the outskirts of filly. never knew he’d be stepping inside himself, and yet, here he is.

he ignores the gasp of the receptionist as he walks up. he keeps a glare on his face, dropping caps on the counter to pay, not caring to stick around and learn whether or not he needed change. he simply wanders down the hall, finds the first empty room, and sits down on the mattress, waiting.

and when his eyes find you, pretty little thing you are, standing in the doorway? well, he found himself in quite the lucky position.

“well, well. aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

he mutters, southern accent clear as he eyes you over intently.