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John Henry "Doc" Holliday ([personal profile] thering) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs 2020-10-21 11:11 am (UTC)

Well someone's in a catty mood. He can't fault Doc for jumping to conclusions when it appears as though he's trying to season the floor like it's made of beef brisket.

Doc closes the door behind him and leaves his duffel bag by the couch before stepping over the neat line of salt, careful not to disturb anything or knock over any candles on his way to the fire. It's a much more decent fire compared to the ones he has been making outdoors, but of course, John doesn't have the elements working against him.

He leaves his gifts in front of Constantine, laying down an assortment of unlit candles to be used for next time, before shuffling his butt closer to the fireplace.

"How are you feeling now?" Last he checked, John was less pale than he had been after his spell, sweet and smoky like good southern whiskey. He would not have allowed himself to leave John's side had he appeared less than recovered. But that was a few days ago now.

"I cannot yet tell if that is deflective flirting or an astute observation." But he's taking it anyway. He's allowing himself to be slightly shameless about accepting such kind words.

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