"That's nice," Strange says, and although the comment itself is toothless and bland, he sounds genuinely warm as he says it. Any little tidbit about her family, he knows, is a mark of trust. A gesture of something real.
He, too, misses that teasing back-and-forth between siblings.
"I didn't have any choice with the colour scheme of this thing; it just showed up." He gestures with an arm toward where the Cloak of Levitation hangs over the back of his chair, and it billows from his elbow as if in an impossible breeze, before settling again. "It does add a spark of panache, though. I'd be so dull in my all-black otherwise. In our order, you start off with white robes as a novice, then crimson as an apprentice, then get your own customised robes when you officially become a Master of the Mystic Arts."
He takes another sip of his drink, eyeing Wanda where she's leaning back in her chair. "The red suits you," he says. "It goes well with your hair."
It's— a compliment, maybe? Sort of? He's bad at them.
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He, too, misses that teasing back-and-forth between siblings.
"I didn't have any choice with the colour scheme of this thing; it just showed up." He gestures with an arm toward where the Cloak of Levitation hangs over the back of his chair, and it billows from his elbow as if in an impossible breeze, before settling again. "It does add a spark of panache, though. I'd be so dull in my all-black otherwise. In our order, you start off with white robes as a novice, then crimson as an apprentice, then get your own customised robes when you officially become a Master of the Mystic Arts."
He takes another sip of his drink, eyeing Wanda where she's leaning back in her chair. "The red suits you," he says. "It goes well with your hair."
It's— a compliment, maybe? Sort of? He's bad at them.