( possible cw: blood because that's what happens when the creepy contract quill is involved. )
After spending a solid chunk of time in the courtyard, by himself, just kind of blatantly rebuffing anyone who tried to talk to him, Strange makes his way back to the main room. The top button or two of his shirt are undone, he's got a folded piece of paper in his left hand and his contract quill in his right, and some fabric wrapped around one of his wrists.
There's a pause where Strange looks a little lost, hesitant, and woozy before he steels his resolve, taking a deep breath before pushing further into the room, walking forward and looking around as if he's trying to find someone or something.
HEY DUDE WTF, post huddle, megathread for my inbox's sake
After spending a solid chunk of time in the courtyard, by himself, just kind of blatantly rebuffing anyone who tried to talk to him, Strange makes his way back to the main room. The top button or two of his shirt are undone, he's got a folded piece of paper in his left hand and his contract quill in his right, and some fabric wrapped around one of his wrists.
There's a pause where Strange looks a little lost, hesitant, and woozy before he steels his resolve, taking a deep breath before pushing further into the room, walking forward and looking around as if he's trying to find someone or something.