( Squints. There’s a small beat where Strange looks down at his crystal, and he’s ticking over the words and that dry-as-bones tone of voice and searching for the trap, the mockery; suspecting there is one, but he simply doesn’t know Isaac well enough to say. Hmmm.
Safer territory, then, sidling back to referencing the mage’s former student: )
If I start doing musical scales to practice my spellwork, I’ll give you the headsup, so you don’t have to be subjected to the horror.
no subject
[ one hole joke. he's allowed one hole joke. ]
Thought impresses form, form wears into itself. But you're clever: Practice, and I trust you'll find, mn. Novel holes.
[ alright two. he's allowed two. ]
no subject
Safer territory, then, sidling back to referencing the mage’s former student: )
If I start doing musical scales to practice my spellwork, I’ll give you the headsup, so you don’t have to be subjected to the horror.