[Closed to Cooper]

[loveconquersdinosaurs]

Something was wrong. He knew something was wrong when one of his usual donors failed to meet up with him. He'd tried calling, but there was no answer. Days had passed, but she didn't try to get in contact with him. Part of him wondered if she'd simply lost interest in donating to him for whatever reason, but another part was worried that something was actually wrong, so he asked around. All her friends seemed just as worried about her being gone as he was, so it certainly wasn't that he was merely being avoided. There were two vampires in Islington that he believed would be both willing and able to help him. Jean-Claude was probably busy with all the responsibilities that being a new leader had brought him, however.

That was why he was standing there, knocking on the door to Cooper's home, hoping he'd answer.

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[emotioneater]

Cooper had been up and about since before the sunset and was just popping a packet of blood into the microwave for lunch. Some vampires weren't picky and could drink it hot or cold, but the Marquess preferred it to be the same temperature as a live victim would be. He poured it into a mug and answered the door. It didn't surprise him to see a vampire from the Nest there. At least once a week, someone was on Cooper's doorstep, either because they needed advice or for him to settle a dispute.

"Mornin', Thomas. Come in," he said, leaving the door open as he went back inside, a pair of fluffy slippers on his feet in the shape of seals. "Want something t'drink?" He asked.