i been thinkin bout bustin you

[jaguara]

yo Hillingdon Clan where u at

Home sweet dump.

It's a weird concept, the whole roof over his head thing. Don't get him wrong, it's not like he's never crashed on someone's couch or slept in an abandoned building. Grimmjow may have spent most of his life on the move, but he's not that much of an animal. It's the whole...reoccurence of it all that gets him. For as long as the shifter has lived, he's never known a singular place he always crawled back to. His parents never owned a house, slept wherever they could find shelter, and Grimmjow had been bouncing around the world so long, there was no desire to ever find 'home'.

So, finding consistent shelter at the Hillingdon House throws him off. He keeps telling himself it's just because it's safe, out of the way of prying eyes and only shared by people of like mind. Plus, the clan ain't so bad. So maybe...

He wanders the grounds, in and out of animal form, the want to always be moving still great even here. Even though he pretty much knows the lay of the land by heart, it never hurts to review.

ota - it's friday night somewhere

Some people make friends by bumping into them on the sidewalk or meeting on the train, by making bullshit smalltalk, pretending they care about this-that-and-so-and-so. Grimmjow makes friends by bar-hopping. Instead of finding common interests and hobbies to talk about, Grimmjow buys a round for everyone at the bar and challenges others to drinking contests. He doesn't have to give a shit about the weather or local-sports-team. By the time he's drank enough, he's everybody's friend.

Until he's not, which is fine, too. The shifter never turns down a chance to puff his chest out.

Tonight's one of those nights. He needs the chance to blow off some steam, break down some barriers, maybe get in a fight or two. Who knows where he'll be by the end of it. For now, he starts off in Pub-Whats-Its-Name on Street-Somewhere and buys a round for everyone seated at the bar.

come at me bro

[DO WHATCHU FEEL IN UR HEART]

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[emotioneater]

Of course. There's always a catch. Cooper takes another swig of his beer before asking, "Like what?" He openly stares at the strange tattoos decorating the man's face, not bothering to hide his fascination with the giant jawbone. He'll never understand the trends that seem to go in and out of fashion with the current generation.

[jaguara]

People staring at his inked face isn't really anything new. In fact, it's usually the first thing anyone notices, even considering the color of his hair. The staring doesn't really phase him, never did. "Well, I'm still new to jolly, ol' fuckin' London. I'm always lookin' for...information."

[emotioneater]

"You're talking to the right man if you're looking for information." Cooper's role in Islington made keeping up on the activities of the city essential. That combined with his naturally nosy nature meant he knew quite a bit about the current activities going on with the various factions, including a few choice tidbits that would take a lot more than a single beer to bring out.