Cooper finally had an office. Tired of every vampire in the world showing up on his doorstep, he'd taken over a rather large space at Night Council headquarters. This still hadn't prevented vampires and their human allies from turning up at his apartment at all hours of the day and night, but at least now he looked presentable. Which, in a way, pretty much spoke volumes about Cooper's personality in general.
The place had a desk with a high-set chair in front of a large window that ran floor to ceiling. There was dark drapes on either side, a squashy chair in front of the desk, and a couch on the other side of the room. There was also a filing cabinet he'd had a few charms and hexes put on. No one could open it but him and he had filled it with various paperwork on the denizens he was keeping up with. The entire place was a relaxed atmosphere, but at least he'd been talked out of putting pictures of motorcycles on the walls.
At present time, he was sitting back in his chair, going over some complaints that several human allies had presented. They were concerned with harassment from members of the East End Pack. Work never ceased for the teenage vampire, but hey, he'd sleep when he was dead. A knock on the door made him look up, glad for a distraction. "State your name, rank, 'n then enter!"
For JC - I Totally (do not) Know What I'm Doing
The place had a desk with a high-set chair in front of a large window that ran floor to ceiling. There was dark drapes on either side, a squashy chair in front of the desk, and a couch on the other side of the room. There was also a filing cabinet he'd had a few charms and hexes put on. No one could open it but him and he had filled it with various paperwork on the denizens he was keeping up with. The entire place was a relaxed atmosphere, but at least he'd been talked out of putting pictures of motorcycles on the walls.
At present time, he was sitting back in his chair, going over some complaints that several human allies had presented. They were concerned with harassment from members of the East End Pack. Work never ceased for the teenage vampire, but hey, he'd sleep when he was dead. A knock on the door made him look up, glad for a distraction. "State your name, rank, 'n then enter!"