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✦ Jᴏʜɴ Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ ✦ Ёẍöṛċïṡẗ Occυlтιѕт HҽʅʅႦʅαȥҽɾ ❝I ᥕᥲᥣk mყ ρᥲth ᥲᥣoᥒᥱ - bᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ ᥣᥱt's bᥱ hoᥒᥱst - ᥕho ᥕoᥙᥣd bᥱ ᥴrᥲzყ ᥱᥒoᥙgh to ᥕᥲᥣk ιt ᥕιth mᥱ?❞ ᴿᵀˀ

Eyes narrowing on @DeLucaAlpha, the exorcist feels his lips tugging into a scowl. That face. That smug look. It was all there. Not the right clothes and not the right voice, but... "Oi, Chas. Be a doll an' pick up the tab. I think a got a lil devil on my shoulder."

Mate, ya need a shower and about five haircuts. (@FeathersAndFire)

Angels: Can't live with 'em, can't-- Well...

"'Ere's ta the end of another shite day," Constantine mumbled to a mirror's reflection of himself.

"Right, then. You're move, Mate," the exorcist states plainly to the detective.