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

John smiled behind his cigarette, but it was sharp and not wholly amused. He plucked it from his mouth and exhaled, flicking the ashes from the tip as he went. The kid had some bratty spark to him. Not the kind that was endearing, however. Not that John tended to think any kids were endearing, unless they were related to him. And, actually, sometimes not even then (future apologies to Gemma, and all, but she'd turned into a little shit).

But maybe he could give the kid some slack, seeing how he was dressed in a manner that said he was either the antagonist ghost from a horror film, or maybe just from a time when people were even more shitty than they were today. Not too much slack though; too many more wrong words in his direction and he'd be very fine with suggesting the kid try functioning without that second eye, too. "The mayor's busy," he said with a lift of his shoulder -- even if he didn't really know what Stark was up to this second. "'Fraid you'll have to deal with me or no one. S'a shame, I know."