Strange had experienced enough of the ghosts and spirits and enchanted objects around the Sanctum talking when they had a mind to; the Cloak of Levitation couldn’t speak and even then, it still had more than enough animated personality to go around.
“For… anyone, really, but mostly students,” he says. Strange considers peeling off one of the stickers and planting it on the skull’s forehead, but there’s only a limited number of these; they’re precious, a random gift randomly received through a rift, and so it’s best not to squander them. And he knows exactly what they feel like — yes, of course he’d hankered for these in elementary and middle school himself, shut up — and decides this will be more interesting coming from Ennaris.
So he rips off the end of the strip with a star on it, reaches out and places the paper delicately in the girl’s outstretched palm which isn’t cradling the skull. Hers to examine closer if she likes, and run her fingers over it.
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“For… anyone, really, but mostly students,” he says. Strange considers peeling off one of the stickers and planting it on the skull’s forehead, but there’s only a limited number of these; they’re precious, a random gift randomly received through a rift, and so it’s best not to squander them. And he knows exactly what they feel like — yes, of course he’d hankered for these in elementary and middle school himself, shut up — and decides this will be more interesting coming from Ennaris.
So he rips off the end of the strip with a star on it, reaches out and places the paper delicately in the girl’s outstretched palm which isn’t cradling the skull. Hers to examine closer if she likes, and run her fingers over it.