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A Revolver is pressed firmly against Constantine's head. Nonchalantly, he continues to drink and taunts, "Pull the trigger." The ramblling man does, but the trigger clicks, spewing a burst of glitter. With a wicked grin, John adds, "Now piss off."


"Alright Alright." He gave in, hands raised before q hand ducked into his coat and pulled a pack out. "'Ere have one of these, Truce?"

"Don't call me that," he snaps and pats around his chest for his pack of cigs. "Prick."



A prolonged silence falls as he has a sudden, jarring realization. Perhaps Astra's silence is his doing. The grim possibility in the future he mirrored his father's role in her life hit him hard, halting him in his tracks. "Fuckit." He muttered quietly, acknowledging the idiocy.

…i didn’t tell my father about my crushes. maybe, you should ask her because even if i knew, you’d have to figure it out yourself. “ she shrugs lightly giving him a bit of insight. it’s astra’s choice at the end of the day.



"Aw lighten up Nick." John sniggered, knowing he had got under his skin, yet still feeling slightly like a kicked puppy. "You're cute when you get all pissed off."

"Don't make me fucking laugh. You learned everything from me. Even took my fucking coat. Zee even settled for you when she couldn't have me."



"I shouldn't be, should I?" He sighed. "Probably would tell you though..." He quirked a brow, slyly suggesting the idea.

you seem surprised at that. ” she can’t help chuckle lowly.



No no, never!

he best not be blaming her.



"Me." That's going to get thrown right back in his face.


"I'm vintage. You look like a bootleg."

"At least I'm not wearing the evidence. Unlike you."



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