[ Not like it's hard to divine her location - there's enough of her odds and ends that find their way into his pockets when she's too busy, too moody, or too famous to hold her own things. One of her makeup sponges and a few incantations later and he finds the graveyard she's moping in.
He picks a tombstone a row over from her and leans against it, cigarette between his teeth as ever. ]
action; SHITS GETTIN REAL
He picks a tombstone a row over from her and leans against it, cigarette between his teeth as ever. ]
Penny for yer' thoughts.