During their stroll, Strange has mostly been quietly consumed with the injustice that if he cracks a shambling ‘walk this way’ joke, then no one here would get it. Have Clarisse or Abby watched Young Frankenstein? seems unlikely, although maybe Cosima would have his back —
But then he draws up short as Ness stops to examine that box.
“What the fuck,” Strange says, and he’s usually so reserved, but now the man bursts into actual unbridled laughter. It almost doubles him over, struck with the sheer inane banality of it, the unexpected sight of his very first rifted curiosity. “Jesus christ, they weren’t kidding about the two-day Prime delivery,” he says, and chuckles enough that he just sits down on a ledge beside a nearby decorative gargoyle. He breathes out, trying to let that stupid surge of amusement ebb away.
There’s a second, more ornate ancient chest sitting nearby in an overlooked corner, dusty from disuse. The skeleton is staring expectantly at it and then them, with a sort of hangdog look. “What? What do you want?” Strange demands, still biting back laughter. Maybe he’s losing it a little. “We’ve got mail to open first.”
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But then he draws up short as Ness stops to examine that box.
“What the fuck,” Strange says, and he’s usually so reserved, but now the man bursts into actual unbridled laughter. It almost doubles him over, struck with the sheer inane banality of it, the unexpected sight of his very first rifted curiosity. “Jesus christ, they weren’t kidding about the two-day Prime delivery,” he says, and chuckles enough that he just sits down on a ledge beside a nearby decorative gargoyle. He breathes out, trying to let that stupid surge of amusement ebb away.
There’s a second, more ornate ancient chest sitting nearby in an overlooked corner, dusty from disuse. The skeleton is staring expectantly at it and then them, with a sort of hangdog look. “What? What do you want?” Strange demands, still biting back laughter. Maybe he’s losing it a little. “We’ve got mail to open first.”