The Wondrous Wanderings Of The Willow Wisp

Kento was looking at Constantine directly in the eye with, quite possibly, the grimmest expression he's ever seen him with. If he didn't know any better, he would think that Kento came to kill him; not that it was entirely out of the question.

"Ken!" Constantine exclaimed in mock enthusiasm. "So good to finally see you buddy, how have you been? Here, have a seat, a cigarette, a coffee, my fucking firstborn even!" he yelled loudly, ushering Kento to his table outside the café, earning himself weird looks from the other patrons.

He saw Kento scowl. Constantine could tell that he was trying to blend in but now, with attention directed his way, he had to go back to acting as his persona. Aside from wanting to mess with him for ignoring him for two months, it was also a security measure for Constantine; with eyes on him and civilians recognizing him, Kento was less likely to try and pull anything funny. Constantine had become much less trusting over the last two months.