[He doesn't expect visitors, but it would hypocritical to turn her away simply for appearing unannounced. (Just recently has the sorcerer wandered to another domain and strode right in, not even bothering to knock. Claire has one-upped him there, at the very least.) Still, when he swings open the door, Stephen has the air of someone a little surprised that there’s anyone here at all — when was the last time someone swung by that wasn’t from his own world?
(And had a chip on her shoulder to show for it. Read: Wanda.)
He stands donned in his sorcerer’s robes, though the length of his cloak—red and patchwork—cascades behind him. Stephen hitches up a brow. Just behind him, there are are whole retinue of books floating above and around at shoulder height, as though he were in the middle of looking for a specific tome with a specific page with a specific passage—
Stephen blinks.]
Oh. Uh.
[Nailed it! Alas, he doesn’t quite yet realize this is someone he’s had communique with once before, given that their last exchange was strictly messaging.]
Straight from Greenwich Village. [He eyes her clothing, though, briefly; far be it from him to judge a book by its cover, but probably not the Greenwich Village she knows, he thinks.] It’s a little stranger [no pun intended(?)] on the inside, though.
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(And had a chip on her shoulder to show for it. Read: Wanda.)
He stands donned in his sorcerer’s robes, though the length of his cloak—red and patchwork—cascades behind him. Stephen hitches up a brow. Just behind him, there are are whole retinue of books floating above and around at shoulder height, as though he were in the middle of looking for a specific tome with a specific page with a specific passage—
Stephen blinks.]
Oh. Uh.
[Nailed it! Alas, he doesn’t quite yet realize this is someone he’s had communique with once before, given that their last exchange was strictly messaging.]
Straight from Greenwich Village. [He eyes her clothing, though, briefly; far be it from him to judge a book by its cover, but probably not the Greenwich Village she knows, he thinks.] It’s a little stranger [no pun intended(?)] on the inside, though.