The snarcasm never ceases to flow, even as he starts to give in to the demands of a kitten obsessed insane person. "Oh yes, we're all the rage, 3 seasons in on fuckin' HBO. Look, if you let me run some detection spells on the damn furball, and they all come back completely clean, you can keep it, yeah? Just don't let it out of your bloody room or it'll wind up as its own artifact sob story before lunch."
"Three seasons? Shit, I should talk to the costuming department about my wardrobe. I could use a sleeker look -- I've always thought those full body suits look badass. Maybe even a cool mask. But fine, I'll keep it in my room."
Constantine chants for nearly 5 minutes, featuring at least 4 languages and nearly twice as many spells. Finally, he stop, and after taking a few breaths, smudges the spell circle, steps inside and tosses the jar to Zed. "There, now get the little rat out of my sight before I can realize how much I'm going to regret this."
She opens the jar, pulling the kitten gently out and cradling it closely while petting it. "So scary, right?" She will make fum of him for this forever, basically.
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