"Nothing." Probably just something old and mouldy and disgusting. John rubs his thumb over his fingerpads. Still feels a little gross.
"Was like shoving a hand up a va-... mm. Yeah." He just assumed Billy would know what a vagina feels like. He knows his way around cocks and arseholes plenty, literally and proverbially, so Constantine's just making assumptions about teenagers being... experimental.
Tossing the box aside and hoping he hasn't just let loose a nest of snakes, John starts opening up the last box. This time he checks before he puts his hand anywhere.
"Might need to go in deeper to keep looking. Aren't we here for a fuse box?" He's expecting something with switches or levers mounted onto the wall. They're not going to find that inside a box, hopefully.
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"Was like shoving a hand up a va-... mm. Yeah." He just assumed Billy would know what a vagina feels like. He knows his way around cocks and arseholes plenty, literally and proverbially, so Constantine's just making assumptions about teenagers being... experimental.
Tossing the box aside and hoping he hasn't just let loose a nest of snakes, John starts opening up the last box. This time he checks before he puts his hand anywhere.
"Might need to go in deeper to keep looking. Aren't we here for a fuse box?" He's expecting something with switches or levers mounted onto the wall. They're not going to find that inside a box, hopefully.