( And eventually, then: sinking into a chair in his empty office, setting down a sad cold sandwich on a plate, letting the day slough off him. Strange made her wait, without much warning and thus not very politely, but it probably could’ve been worse? He thumbs the crystal awake again. )
Alright, Lady Vega Arany of Vyrantium, I’m back. Fire away.
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Alright, Lady Vega Arany of Vyrantium, I’m back. Fire away.