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This is fucked up and make no mistake, but Cook's not gonna be the one complaining. There's worse things in life than waking up to find out your mad little island home has been transformed into a carnival. The rides aren't shit either, which goes a long way to ensuring that Cook spends the majority of the morning shouting and laughing his voice hoarse. Beer (a steady stream since he discovered it was on offer) and a hamburger and two hot dogs and a cheesesteak set him to rights and he's feeling good by mid-afternoon when he strolls through the stands of games, munching his way now through a deep-friend Snickers.
Life's not as happy as he's playing at today, but that's okay. There's an edge recently sanded down in him, just enough so it doesn't catch and scratch and infuriate him. He'll take it and not look back, revel in it while the feeling lasts. It'll fade. Worse than. It'll blow up in his face more than likely, but not while he's finishing up his candy.
He catches sight of Effy and points at her, as though trying to pin her in one spot with his finger. There's a stuffed animal fitted awkwardly into the back pocket of his jeans, a leg shoved deep into each pocket, but there's enough to Cook's frame that what it is exactly isn't immediately visible. "I got something for you," he calls to Effy in a sing-song, brash voice, and sucks chocolate off his fingers.
Life's not as happy as he's playing at today, but that's okay. There's an edge recently sanded down in him, just enough so it doesn't catch and scratch and infuriate him. He'll take it and not look back, revel in it while the feeling lasts. It'll fade. Worse than. It'll blow up in his face more than likely, but not while he's finishing up his candy.
He catches sight of Effy and points at her, as though trying to pin her in one spot with his finger. There's a stuffed animal fitted awkwardly into the back pocket of his jeans, a leg shoved deep into each pocket, but there's enough to Cook's frame that what it is exactly isn't immediately visible. "I got something for you," he calls to Effy in a sing-song, brash voice, and sucks chocolate off his fingers.