Backdated to late Nov. 28 | text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Sometimes later in the day than Ethan's announcement, and shortly after getting yelled at for COMPLETELY REASONABLE ACTIONS, the network updates with: ]

I'm not dead just let me sleep it off

[ Then, grumpily, Constantine pulls the covers over her head and attempts to go back to sleep. ]

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[deathoftheauthor]

( Hysterical. )

I shall do my best. You, I think, ought to silence your phone and get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. It's what I would do.

But please tell us if there's any way that we can help. ( "We" meaning himself and Lestat, of course. He clarifies: ) With the wolf, or with something as simple as bringing you a hot meal.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ She smiles at that, tired but genuine, and tips him a little salute through the screen. ]

Yeah. Cheers, Louis. Don't worry about me. I always land on my feet.

[ In this case, though, as she hangs up, she is going to land back on her face in bed. ]