John Constantine leans against the doorway of the reception room, cigarette in his mouth, watching the new arrival go at it with the scribbles. His hands are in his pockets. The smell of cigarettes would be the only thing that alerts someone to his presence.
Namely because he really wants to see if she's going to be figuring out whatever she's working on. No one else has ... yet. ]
➝ the end is near af.
slides this mage disaster inJohn Constantine leans against the doorway of the reception room, cigarette in his mouth, watching the new arrival go at it with the scribbles. His hands are in his pockets. The smell of cigarettes would be the only thing that alerts someone to his presence.
Namely because he really wants to see if she's going to be figuring out whatever she's working on. No one else has ... yet. ]