Sofia, Thea, Cooper
What is your most embarrassing yet favorite thing to do?
“Oh, hm... Shit, that’s tough,” Cooper knitted their eyebrows together, but they weren’t thinking all that hard. Their mind was wandering, and they really couldn’t think of anything. It’d been a long time since they’d felt actually embarrassed--for better or for worse, but usually for worse. “It’s definitely a kink thing, but I can’t think of a specific one. Probably any one of them, though.”
Where’s your favorite place, and what’s your favorite memory of it?
Cooper was always eager to talk about their travels, so much so that it’d become pretentious. They were always offhandedly mentioning some foreign art museum, or a historical landmark. They didn’t mean it to come off the way it did, but everyone who’d ever hung around them more than once still knew not to ask about the places they’d been. “The catacombs in Paris,” Cooper smiled. They’d never been, but they didn’t bother to mention that they were kidding. “I dunno, I’ve been to so many inspiring places. So many wonders of the earth--Skeleton Coast, Engadin, Molokai--just really picturesque destinations. But I don’t think those stick with me the most. It’s the little places that I remember best, the places I didn’t even plan to discover, the places with the most amazing people in them. There’s this cafe in Paris, a really small place that you could walk by and never realize, with the best people working there. My mom and I went there every day we spent in Paris, even when it was just mad inconvenient. They ended up decorating all the walls with her photographs, and the entire place is, like, soaked in her energy. It’s probably the happiest, lightest place in the world.”
