well I live with Snakes and Lizards

It feels like bleach.

[Tingly and mildly uncomfortable. He notes to the spiders whether they can hear him or not, teeth eyes shut. Cori doesn't want to eat any part of Saya by mistake.]

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[a couple of the spiders break off from the crowd and squeeze under the door to the bathroom and inspect the goings-on in there; the main group, though, seems to be offering opinions. The five working on Cori's head start pushing roots up and out. The one on Cori's hand reassures him]

A-L-M-O-S-T-D-O-N-E

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[Constantine, in the dark, can make out a few skittering shapes dancing in the light under the door... in his direction. Well then -- let us fall back on an excuse. John pulls up his trousers then hunches forward to make himself look like he's doing something that requires a dark room.]

I know who you buggers are. Don't think it'd be safe for you to watch.

[Being covered in roaches is nothing for him. Nothing wrong with a few spiders!]

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[Paraplanti, periplaneta, or whatever the hell John called them. Cori was no expert at such magic.]

Move it to the pot if you can.

[He gestures to the empty pot on the kitchen counter, a gift from Elle Driver turned into a weapon by the Swamp Thing.]

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[John's spider's aren't buying; they skitter up the walls, inspect, then take off back through the door]

[The others gather and manage to lift the tiny cactus up. The other half spring into action, webbing a little net for it]

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[reforms and plucks it out of the web, cradling it by the thing webbing]

There it is, then. All done.

Tell John that he should try some laxative.

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[John, well... He isn't going to be going anytime soon he feels.

Who was he fooling? The lights come on. The door opens.]

Oh, you got it out.

[Then he scowls.]

You will not tell anyone.

[That is a subconsciously direct order.]

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Tried it. Don't tell anyone.

[He chimes in with the appearing Constantine while she balances the cactus. Cori holds his hands out for it, to repot poor Bastardino/Bastardina.]

Thanks.

From:

Not a soul. Relax.

[smiles and hands Cori Bastardino]

You have an interesting head. Thank you for the experience.

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[John's leaning on the doorframe, casual and cool with what little dignity he can scrap up. Oh well.]

That's not the only part of him that's interesting, I promise you.

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[His head appears wounded but not like that of the flesh; upon closer inspection of his scalp the top appears almost like a mess of sand and dirt in his hair. Bad case of dandruff, he could call it.]

You're welcome based on the presumption I haven't been lobotomized.

[Fortunately the Corinthian would know were a spider left in his cranium.]

I don't suppose you could do much for him.

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Cacti have shallow roots. Barely got into the brain. I didn't touch anything.

[looks at John like she's looking through him]

That one will clear up once the pattern rearranges. All I could do would be to pump his intestine with enough venom to cause necropsy and refill it with fluid, but I think the pain might be worse than going a week or so without a bowel movement.

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[Constantine is not THAT desperate. He does not look too keen on any of it. Nor would be having such.]

Let's not go there, luv. The milk goes down easier.

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[He sets the cactus aside on the kitchen counter.]

I think the Magnesia is enough, really. Honestly. Preferably.

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Then I'll let you two...discuss what needs to be done. Pleasant evening to you both.

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Ta, cheers.

[He upnods to Saya as she departs, then eyes the cactus, then Cori. Curiously, despite the growing tug in his bowels, he reaches out to feel the nightmare's hair.]

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