shine on.

cooper: NO KI NG LET ME SING QUEEN

cooper: HA! that’s funny your names king and the bands name is queen

cooper: okAY NOW IM RUNNING

cooper: STILL RUNNING

king: WE ARE NOT DOING KARAOKE TONIGHT!!!

king: omfgg

cooper: *cues we are the champions* NOOOO TIME FOR LOOOSSERRRSSS CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD

cooper: I’m going to devour this food it’s been a long ass day

king: .................gOODBYE

king: it's alMOST HERE IM GONNA EAT IT ALL BEFORE YOU GET HERE

cooper: EXTREME sappiness sounds like an Olympic sport and I’m going for gold ;)

cooper: why am i this way

cooper: ANYWAYS I have secured the ice cream and I’m headed to u so fast

king: it is a sport and you're a champ

cooper: ..okay you win i forgot the rest of them

cooper: idk if you'll feel this way when i shift into maxium sappiness

king: extreme sappiness

cooper: wrong size motherfucker

cooper: i will say it to you daily now get prepared for an influx of sappy cooper

king: all rise motherfucker

cooper: all rise motherfucker

cooper: have I ever told you you’re the love of my life i love pizza

cooper: chocolate it is I’m all over it

king: some pies motherfucker

king: no but i like how that sounds sooooo keep saying it thanks

cooper: disguise motherfucker

cooper: oh i’m already on the way

cooper: do you want food? or like anything to snack on? feeling like buying seven tubs of ice cream

king: supplies motherfucker

king: good good

cooper: some fries mother fucker

cooper: yes there aRE and they’re coming from ME!!

cooper: i also have an emergency ...

cooper: it’s that i MISS U

king: surprise motherfucker

king: i miss you too!!!!

“or don’t eat beans,” he repeated with a roll of his eyes as the younger man spoke. “it’s fucking stupid is what it is. no one should have to pay that much for a can of beans. and store brand? carajo, papito, don’t fucking insult me. store brand, que store brand. what the fuck do I look like?” he looked over at king and scoffed. when the clinatro was knocked out of his hand he jumped a bit and let out a laugh. “what? you think i’m gonna fucking attack you with the cilantro? i asked you to smell it, it’s fucking cilantro, it’s not like i asked you to smell my finger. calmate, dios mio. i’m not smelling that, get it away from me,” he mocked as he moved back to his cart and threw the cilantro back inside it. “you know, next time you go out in public, try not to come outside dressed and acting like a dick, it’s a horrible look for you.”

king rolls his eyes, turning back to look at the cereal in front of him. he lets joaquin talk and go on about beans as he places a box of coco puffs in his basket. he raises an eyebrow, “wait.” he holds up his hand “papito? did you just call me daddy!?” king can’t help the smirk that forms on his lips. “you look like someone who is bitching about beans. i feel like kourtney kardashian right now. there are people that are dying, kim.” he grins and turns back to the boxes in front of him and adds a box of trix to his basket. “it was a gut reaction, dude. i don’t like things in my face. it’s weird that you want people to smell some cilantro too. buuuuuuut okay keep on calling me a dick because i dont want something in my face. maybe youre the dick for assuming i was okay with it.” he pauses for a second. “how does one dress like a dick? did i leave the house in my halloween costume again?? damn.”

cooper: you're the literal embodiment of the heart eyes emoji right now and i'm upset i cant see

cooper: and i brought u murr .. murdER

cooper: .....i'm really crying you're so cute what the hell

king: heart eyes motherfucker

cooper: pal, bro, baby, king

cooper: what's the emergency

cooper: are we talking "i murdered someone on accident"

cooper: or like "i spilled tea on my pants and it looks like a pee'd so i need new pants"?

cooper: these are questions that need answers

king: 💕💕💕💕

king: nothing as serious as murder

“You believe this shit?” Joaquin turned to the person next to him in the grocery aisle and shook his head before looking back at the shelf. “Two fucking dollars for a can of Goya beans? You can get that shit at target for like 99 cents. Do they think I’m dumb?” He pointed at himself, looking personally offended. “Let me ask you something,” he continued and turned to them more, pulling something from his cart and holding it up, “My nose feels a little off today, mind smelling this for me? I need to know  if this cliantro smells good enough.” He looked in their eyes before laughing. “Nah I’m just fucking with you, that was some weird shit, huh?” He pulled the cilantro back to his nose and sniffed it. “No, wait actually smell that, is it bad?”

king was just trying to get some cereal. he had an earbud in one ear blaring logic’s new album, when he heard someone next to him. he was going to ignore them but he couldn’t ignore them when his face and low laughter gave himself away. “if you can’t afford two dollars for a can of name brand beans then buy some store band, dude. or like, don’t eat beans.” he was amused by this whole ‘conversation’ king knew he was well off where he didn’t have to complain about the price of beans, but there was always another solution. his gut reaction when the man put the cilantro up was to knock it away. “yeah, i fucking mind.” he snapped. “i’m not smelling that. get it away from me. fucking weird.”

king: buddy, dude, babe, cooper

BORIS: alright, who the fuck comes up with business contracts? hiring contracts?

BORIS: they're too fucking tedious and it's all legal bullshit anyway. you might as well be signing your fucking soul away

KING: are you seriously asking or do you know and you're just being 'funny'????

leo: thank u he's cuter than me and i'm a little bitter but i'll get over it

leo: i'll tell him u said he's cute

king: he's not cuter than you but he's almost there