[ Ah, shit, what the fuck. Could be normal, could be a problem, could even be the desired effect. Constantine's gaze focuses on Peter, sharp and calculating. ]
Think you're going to throw up?
[ Even as she speaks, she puts the smoldering rosemary down onto the circle of salt, letting it burn down. ]
If you're going to throw up, try not to break the lines.
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Think you're going to throw up?
[ Even as she speaks, she puts the smoldering rosemary down onto the circle of salt, letting it burn down. ]
If you're going to throw up, try not to break the lines.