[ Claire doesn't even see the cloak, she just sees the books; not quite dumbstruck (because that very same Wanda has shown her quite a lot), she's more fascinated and a even little delighted. It isn't every day though that one sees books casually floating, and for three or four solid seconds she looks at them rather than him.
The realization hasn't struck her yet either, that he's the one responsible for fixing John. For now, his first complete sentence snaps her focus to his face and she smiles. This is awkward, should she have knocked? Perhaps she should have admired from afar and gone on. ]
That's quite an exciting neighborhood. Or rather, it is in the 60s, I'm not sure what it might be like after that. And by stranger do you mean more than floating books?
[ Appareances can be deceiving, apparently. She's casually questioning a man on his own doorstep without thinking twice, more curious about his home than she was before he answered. ]
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The realization hasn't struck her yet either, that he's the one responsible for fixing John. For now, his first complete sentence snaps her focus to his face and she smiles. This is awkward, should she have knocked? Perhaps she should have admired from afar and gone on. ]
That's quite an exciting neighborhood. Or rather, it is in the 60s, I'm not sure what it might be like after that. And by stranger do you mean more than floating books?
[ Appareances can be deceiving, apparently. She's casually questioning a man on his own doorstep without thinking twice, more curious about his home than she was before he answered. ]