"Oh, I'm John. Constantine," he said with a lopsided smile. "Pleased to meet you, Luna. I reckon the tyke'll do all right, once he figure out which strangers really need bopping." Hands in pockets, he glanced at Uriel. He hadn't missed the significance of the child's strange eyes, and some things Pestilence had said to him during their one and only conversation were much more clear now. "Mum and Uncle will steer him right there, I expect." Though privately, he wasn't so sure. Mum seemed to him a little unstable and Uncle was downright paranoid. Something else he'd have to keep an eye on, he supposed.
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Date: 2007-03-02 02:36 am (UTC)