ourladytrees: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (Default)
ᴊᴜʟɪᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ([personal profile] ourladytrees) wrote2022-06-18 12:21 am
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[personal profile] portalling 2022-07-12 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
His nose crinkles at the 'strange sort of sense'; ha, ha, very funny. But he truly hadn't thought of the phone first; it had just grown so much easier to reach for the magical solution. "It's nice to have alternatives. I like having both options on the table, both science and magic," Strange says.

He's not good with the delicate use of a cell phone these days, so he lets Julia fish out her own phone and tap in the numbers himself while he recites his aloud. It's been a long, long time since he gave a woman his number, but thankfully he doesn't overthink it, just swaps contacts with a kind of genteel casualness. It's an exchange between new colleagues — a way to stay in touch with each other, since she'll be coming and going from the townhouse — and nothing else, after all.

"I'll let you get set up, and tell the novices to expect one more for dinner. Unless we just do takeout. How do you feel about Thai?"

And then once they're sorted, in a glimmer of humour and a ripple of that scarlet cloak, he leaves the room and heads back out into the hallways, leaving her to get settled.