Cooper was lounging around at home in a now-rare moment of downtime. No one was turning to him for help or answers. Normally, he'd go out on his motorcycle on a ride on a day like today, but he felt the need to decompress in a different way. He was watching some mindless Netflix, a show about romance and sickening true love Nancy enjoyed that he could leave on in the background while he fell asleep on the couch.
He was awoken by the sound of a knock. Well, that relaxation period had been cruelly brief. Maybe it was just Nancy, who had forgotten her wallet before going off to work. He peered out the peephole at who it was. There was a familiar short figure standing there with immaculate clothes and hair.
He opened up the door, his lips pressed in a thin line. "What are you doing here, teallaire?" He was counting on such a refined little vampire as Joss having never learned a language as coarse as the Irish Gaelic the farmers of Cooper's youth had used. Otherwise, he had already insulted the older vampire before he'd even gotten two words out.
For Joss - Let's Act Like Professionals. Professional Children.
He was awoken by the sound of a knock. Well, that relaxation period had been cruelly brief. Maybe it was just Nancy, who had forgotten her wallet before going off to work. He peered out the peephole at who it was. There was a familiar short figure standing there with immaculate clothes and hair.
He opened up the door, his lips pressed in a thin line. "What are you doing here, teallaire?" He was counting on such a refined little vampire as Joss having never learned a language as coarse as the Irish Gaelic the farmers of Cooper's youth had used. Otherwise, he had already insulted the older vampire before he'd even gotten two words out.