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undergrounds2016-07-10 04:23 pm
injectablefame) wrote in undergrounds2016-07-10 04:23 pm
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Party is starting to settle in. London is still a new city, but not so new that he's getting lost every time he goes outside. Learning the sights and the smells and where is or isn't safe for him to go has had a learning curve to it, but he thinks he's getting the hang of it as much as any new werewolf could.
Of course, he doesn't necessarily always give a shit. There are a lot of art galleries outside of the areas he's been told to stay--many in Hackney--and he's not about to avoid all of them just because someone tells him to.
He walks around the gallery opening in his ratty clothes, pushing his greasy red hair off of his face and studying the paintings and sculptures with a sort of rapt fascination. There's free wine and he manages to lose count of how much he has by the time he's stumbling home.
Once the opening is over, it's late and he's walking home through the streets of Hackney back towards the areas that his new pack have control of. He's keeping his head down enough about what he is that he's not expecting much trouble, but he's always ready for a fight if need be and he's too drunk to bother hiding that.
Of course, he doesn't necessarily always give a shit. There are a lot of art galleries outside of the areas he's been told to stay--many in Hackney--and he's not about to avoid all of them just because someone tells him to.
He walks around the gallery opening in his ratty clothes, pushing his greasy red hair off of his face and studying the paintings and sculptures with a sort of rapt fascination. There's free wine and he manages to lose count of how much he has by the time he's stumbling home.
Once the opening is over, it's late and he's walking home through the streets of Hackney back towards the areas that his new pack have control of. He's keeping his head down enough about what he is that he's not expecting much trouble, but he's always ready for a fight if need be and he's too drunk to bother hiding that.
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Cooper is reminded strongly of himself. Wasn't he very much the same way, all full of snark and thinking he could get away with anything? It's only when the consequences caught up with him that Cooper could see that he'd gotten himself into deep shit.
"Look, I'm not gonna start anythin' with you, so I'll give you a piece of advice instead." His face goes serious, a rarity for the nonchalant vampire. "Get a little smarter, 'cause the dumb types don't last long. There's worse things than me running around London."