Capper had always fancied himself as being a cut above the common criminal riff raff of Klugetown, with his quick wits and charming personality. Sure, he was a conman, but he wasnt a dirty conman. He was good at what he did, and he did it gracefully and with elegance. And so he always carried himself with an air of confidence and took pride in his work, even if it was only to help him forget his crippling debt and just how alone in the world he truly was.
A sister fic to Some Days Are Hard
Special thanks to my friends Elliott, Patrick, Rose, Emily, and Jonathan for being the best.
Chapters (1)
Finally, someone thinking about Capper.
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he bet me too it is all
but its still good as ever
Aw, I really felt for the poor guy here. Especially the part where he hurt his tail.. I loved it.
Fine work... indeed.
Just like he was the victim of some sort of confidence trickster!
I love the unstated hypocrisy of these stories.
Here's a reading! Hoo.... ray?
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Huzzah!