[ Easy or just wants to seem easy... to get his claws back into that exorcist.
Useful, that one. ]
well, that's just peachy, johnny. looking forward to it. break out the candles, it's a date! but not too many candles now, don't want you getting any ideas and sending me back to the boss, he'd be suuuper upset to see me again, practically purgatorial.
we do have so much to catch up about.
later, loser : )
[ Of course, at quarter to ten, and not a second later, the moment the clock face changes, Balthazar is slouching around the doorway to the hideout, fussing with a ward that keeps ah, sparking at him. Rude, and Johnny-boy said he'd be taking them all down.
He texts: ]
ding dong, demon delivery. let me in, constantine.
[ If John was betting, he'd bet on the easy part. Not that he doesn't think he's after sinking claws back in but he knows the demon as well as the old bastard knows him.
But maybe he doesn't mind claw marks so much. ]
i'll even bring out the good scotch i keep hidden away. you know i only save those kinds for special occasions. holy water does an easy enough job with you. good old luci, how's he anyways?
catch up. sure.
[ Ever the punctual demon. John could just as easily been a minute or two behind. Or he could be entirely too amused at the idea of a demon on his porch trying to keep from being set ablaze. Particularly this one.
He casts off the rest of the wards before opening the door, a grin coming to his face. ]
Didn't realize I forgot one, mate. Hope you can forgive us.
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Useful, that one. ]
well, that's just peachy, johnny. looking forward to it. break out the candles, it's a date! but not too many candles now, don't want you getting any ideas and sending me back to the boss, he'd be suuuper upset to see me again, practically purgatorial.
we do have so much to catch up about.
later, loser : )
[ Of course, at quarter to ten, and not a second later, the moment the clock face changes, Balthazar is slouching around the doorway to the hideout, fussing with a ward that keeps ah, sparking at him. Rude, and Johnny-boy said he'd be taking them all down.
He texts: ]
ding dong, demon delivery. let me in, constantine.
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But maybe he doesn't mind claw marks so much. ]
i'll even bring out the good scotch i keep hidden away. you know i only save those kinds for special occasions. holy water does an easy enough job with you. good old luci, how's he anyways?
catch up. sure.
[ Ever the punctual demon. John could just as easily been a minute or two behind. Or he could be entirely too amused at the idea of a demon on his porch trying to keep from being set ablaze. Particularly this one.
He casts off the rest of the wards before opening the door, a grin coming to his face. ]
Didn't realize I forgot one, mate. Hope you can forgive us.