John

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't particularly want to draw this out, so he went straight from Fawn to the quarters that were registered to John Constantine. He did not bring treats this time.

He knocked.

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[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged. "And considering we've never met you might wonder where that idea is coming from."

[petty_dabbler]

"More like I'm wondering why it's hanging on," he countered.

"Untwist your pants, mate."

[goodfellow]

Robin decided he was done here anyway.

He stubbed the cigarette into an ashtray. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John jutted his chin at him. Fucking hell, gods were pricks.

"Ta, mate," he said without a trace of disdain.