[ It's as much of a 'hello' John Constantine feels in the mood to give.
He has a cigarette lodged in his mouth, hands deep within his own trench coat flapping behind him. Finally. He's felt naked without it being stuck in the freezer to try and get the, ah, corpse smell off it. He's also got a scarf that seems like it belongs more of the town than it would for a man like him.
John looks the man's outfit over. Huh. ]
Suppose I'm starting a fashion statement. [ A casual shrug then as he steps around Cas with a nod of his head. He makes his way down the road, intending to make his way to the schoolhouse again. ]
( hope this is okay! )
[ It's as much of a 'hello' John Constantine feels in the mood to give.
He has a cigarette lodged in his mouth, hands deep within his own trench coat flapping behind him. Finally. He's felt naked without it being stuck in the freezer to try and get the, ah, corpse smell off it. He's also got a scarf that seems like it belongs more of the town than it would for a man like him.
John looks the man's outfit over. Huh. ]
Suppose I'm starting a fashion statement. [ A casual shrug then as he steps around Cas with a nod of his head. He makes his way down the road, intending to make his way to the schoolhouse again. ]