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John Constantine can teach you about magic. (_constantine_) wrote in dunwichgame,

Pam's special breed of disdain for things that she clearly gave some amount of a shit about was somewhere between amusing and silly, but it wasn't like John wasn't a regular bitcher about normal things, so it wasn't like he was going to be the one to call her out on it.

She probably knew he was onto her though. Considering that she knew a great deal about him and his particular quirks anyway.

"You're not the first one to wait a while to clean up," he said even as he stepped past the pails in order to go check out the notes on the washing machine. Down, he set the coffee and pastries on the drier and then hoisted himself up to sitting on top the washer even as he looked over the notes.

Meticulously written, well told. Of course, this was a house full of clever and capable women even if at least half of them tried pretending otherwise. "Even with all this, there was room for fuck ups," he noted. Which was obvious, but-- well. Just because Pam didn't seem like it didn't mean that she didn't get her hopes up sometimes.