Sep 11, 2018
@charity-able
Continued from ask for better rebloggability:
Charity stood in the open doorway to the kitchen, feet apart, arms crossed. Harry was back. Again. And this time he had brought a friend with him, who reeked of cigarette smoke and really needed his clothing washed.
She arched an eyebrow and glanced over at the friend, frowning. “Relatively often. Who are you again?”
John turned to her with a flourish and a grin, holding out his hand with the most winning attitude a man who had recently been thrown down a flight of stairs by a demon could muster. “John Constantine, Exorcist.”
He still had to stop himself short from adding the rest of his little tagline.
