[It takes him a moment to fully realize what's slowly soaking his shirt, because he didn't hit the pavement gracefully and he notes with mild resignation that he must've hit his head again, if the slow dull pain at the back of his skull is any indication. But then when he opens his eyes and things snap into focus, he freezes momentarily.]
[Oh, god. That's repulsing.]
[Cooper lifts an arm to shield his face both as an instinctual action to protect himself from whatever assault that might be headed his way and partly because he's decidedly not a fan of drool.]
[He makes sure he has a good look on the other, though, and shoots him a cold glare even as he's estimating his chances of just getting away (very small) and what he can do to help those odds increase.]
[Talking is a good start, of course, and voice steely, he makes a very simple demand.]
[action]
[Oh, god. That's repulsing.]
[Cooper lifts an arm to shield his face both as an instinctual action to protect himself from whatever assault that might be headed his way and partly because he's decidedly not a fan of drool.]
[He makes sure he has a good look on the other, though, and shoots him a cold glare even as he's estimating his chances of just getting away (very small) and what he can do to help those odds increase.]
[Talking is a good start, of course, and voice steely, he makes a very simple demand.]
Let go of me.