"What a ridiculous idea," Strange can't help but grumble. "How does one feel like they have feet?"
But, ridiculous or not, he's trying. Strange sighs and closes his eyes, squinching his nose up in concentration as he starts thinking of feet. It all feels a little bit silly, picturing his feet, thinking of the feeling of walking on something, remembering what his toes look like and oh god, this is so stupid. But hey, it's working. The smoke that had dispersed through the room starts floating back to Strange as if being sucked up by a vacuum. The smoke around his feet turns into feet shaped smoke...and then poof, his feet are back to normal.
As Strange actually feels the wood under his feet, he opens his eyes, gives the floor a little frown, then turns to Lambert with a slightly smug 'I totally meant to do that' sort of expression. "There we go! Back to normal!"
He has absolutely no idea how he managed to do that. "Shall we continue the spa day?"
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But, ridiculous or not, he's trying. Strange sighs and closes his eyes, squinching his nose up in concentration as he starts thinking of feet. It all feels a little bit silly, picturing his feet, thinking of the feeling of walking on something, remembering what his toes look like and oh god, this is so stupid. But hey, it's working. The smoke that had dispersed through the room starts floating back to Strange as if being sucked up by a vacuum. The smoke around his feet turns into feet shaped smoke...and then poof, his feet are back to normal.
As Strange actually feels the wood under his feet, he opens his eyes, gives the floor a little frown, then turns to Lambert with a slightly smug 'I totally meant to do that' sort of expression. "There we go! Back to normal!"
He has absolutely no idea how he managed to do that. "Shall we continue the spa day?"