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[a_close_shave]

This place...

It's best to stray as far away from the dramatics that happen here as humanly possible.

Honestly.

At least the shop has flourished...truly nothing like London...were I to choose between this, and my rightful oblivion, the latter seems a better choice, no matter the circumstances.

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[lullabyoflondon]

Maybe it's not London, mate, but I can't help but think it's a bloody sight better than this oblivion of yours.

Give me a few more of these curses and I might change my mind.

...Besides. Nothing's like London but London, eh?

[a_close_shave]

Trust me. You just might.

...No. There's no place like London.

[lullabyoflondon]

You sound like you know, squire.

[a_close_shave]

A son of the city always knows, sir.

[lullabyoflondon]

...You've got a point.

Have you got a name, son of the city?

[OOC: do you mind if John recognizes said name? He's no musical buff, of course, but he is British and it's a pretty famous story.]

[a_close_shave]

Todd.

Sweeney Todd.

[ooc: I don't mind at all! ♥ ]

[lullabyoflondon]

That some kind of joke, mate?

[a_close_shave]

A man of little mirth, sir.

Certainly not.

[lullabyoflondon]

...

It may not be London, but this City's bloody interesting, I'll give it that much.

...I'm John Constantine. Sorry to disappoint, but I handle my own shaving.

[a_close_shave]

It has it's moments.

Ah. You've seen my parlor, then?

[lullabyoflondon]

Oh yeah, lovely place, mate, not too many bloodstains or anything.

[a_close_shave]

...

Just what are you implying, sir?

[lullabyoflondon]

...Oh, nothing at all. I must have thought you were someone else for a moment there. Things like that happen in this City, you know.

[a_close_shave]

Of course. Things do happen.