Likewise, his toys weren't so fancy either. Thanks, 1800s. Strange blinks back surprise as the device lights up and makes this intensely weird noise. That certainly is a thing. A...very weird thing.
He can't leave the conversation like this, not when there's something new and interesting to poke at. So, without really thinking about it, Strange turns on his third eye: eye shaped burn scars on his forehead, hand, and forearm light up with magical fire as Strange squints at the phone.
"It's not magic in the slightest," he murmurs to himself, not really realizing that Shura probably wasn't expecting this guy to set himself on fire. And wait, space kids? "This is a children's toy?" he asks Shura, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's downright confused.
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He can't leave the conversation like this, not when there's something new and interesting to poke at. So, without really thinking about it, Strange turns on his third eye: eye shaped burn scars on his forehead, hand, and forearm light up with magical fire as Strange squints at the phone.
"It's not magic in the slightest," he murmurs to himself, not really realizing that Shura probably wasn't expecting this guy to set himself on fire. And wait, space kids? "This is a children's toy?" he asks Shura, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's downright confused.