After The Fox

*he pulls his hands off her sight when he realizes she’s staring* Yes. I’m Doctor Strange. And you are….? Eggrolls are fine. Is that what you want to order?

*hesitates a moment, mentally noting that he seems genuinely self-conscious about his hands, but doesn’t pry*

You think my name is weird but you call yourself Fox? Wonderful. I’m ordering some eggrolls then. Do you want to eat anything else?

It’s a nickname. I didn’t choose it. But it’s preferable to a lot of other things I’ve been called, admittedly. 

Yeah, I’m serious. Chow mein? Okay. I’m also ordering some portions of fries. So…if you don’t mind telling me…what happened to you?

*Freezes for a few beats, brow furrowing a bit* …You’re going to have to be more specific than that.

More specific? Why does it sound like you’re desperate, stealing from people because you’re hungry? Are you running away from someone?

… Correct on the first statement, but the second, no. *nods her head in spite of what she’s saying, giving him a meaningful look and then casting her eyes around suspiciously to imply she’s not at liberty to speak truthfully*

Oh. *mutters* And…if I took you to the Sanctum, maybe you would be able to speak?

...”Sanctum”? Is that a wizard thing? 

*he pulls his hands off her sight when he realizes she’s staring* Yes. I’m Doctor Strange. And you are….? Eggrolls are fine. Is that what you want to order?

*hesitates a moment, mentally noting that he seems genuinely self-conscious about his hands, but doesn’t pry*

You think my name is weird but you call yourself Fox? Wonderful. I’m ordering some eggrolls then. Do you want to eat anything else?

It’s a nickname. I didn’t choose it. But it’s preferable to a lot of other things I’ve been called, admittedly. 

Yeah, I’m serious. Chow mein? Okay. I’m also ordering some portions of fries. So…if you don’t mind telling me…what happened to you?

*Freezes for a few beats, brow furrowing a bit* …You’re going to have to be more specific than that.

More specific? Why does it sound like you’re desperate, stealing from people because you’re hungry? Are you running away from someone?

... Correct on the first statement, but the second, no. *nods her head in spite of what she’s saying, giving him a meaningful look and then casting her eyes around suspiciously to imply she’s not at liberty to speak truthfully*

*he pulls his hands off her sight when he realizes she’s staring* Yes. I’m Doctor Strange. And you are….? Eggrolls are fine. Is that what you want to order?

*hesitates a moment, mentally noting that he seems genuinely self-conscious about his hands, but doesn’t pry*

You think my name is weird but you call yourself Fox? Wonderful. I’m ordering some eggrolls then. Do you want to eat anything else?

It’s a nickname. I didn’t choose it. But it’s preferable to a lot of other things I’ve been called, admittedly. 

Yeah, I’m serious. Chow mein? Okay. I’m also ordering some portions of fries. So…if you don’t mind telling me…what happened to you?

*Freezes for a few beats, brow furrowing a bit* ...You’re going to have to be more specific than that.

*he pulls his hands off her sight when he realizes she’s staring* Yes. I’m Doctor Strange. And you are….? Eggrolls are fine. Is that what you want to order?

*hesitates a moment, mentally noting that he seems genuinely self-conscious about his hands, but doesn’t pry*

You think my name is weird but you call yourself Fox? Wonderful. I’m ordering some eggrolls then. Do you want to eat anything else?

It’s a nickname. I didn’t choose it. But it’s preferable to a lot of other things I’ve been called, admittedly. 

*he pulls his hands off her sight when he realizes she’s staring* Yes. I’m Doctor Strange. And you are….? Eggrolls are fine. Is that what you want to order?

*hesitates a moment, mentally noting that he seems genuinely self-conscious about his hands, but doesn’t pry*

He certainly looked like he could be well-off. He had a beard, but not an overgrown one; no, it was one that was meticulously groomed. She could guess he probably had money. Waiting for him to become distracted by his phone, the thief crept up behind him and carefully started picking the stranger's pocket. She was normally good at choosing targets; but she'd never tried to steal from a sorcerer before...

(She tries to escape but finds herself quite immediately caught. This man has inhumanly fast reflexes) …No, believe it or not I was going for your wallet, you’re holding your- 

….that doesn’t make things any better. How? I’m a sorcerer- and yes, magic is real, ghosts are real….

*rolls eyes* Great. A sorcerer. Just my luck …You’re probably just about as broke as I am.  *glances at his hand around her wrist and exhales a short breath, looking back up at him* -Tell you what, there’s no need for this to interrupt your day any more than it already has. I didn’t take anything from you- just let me go and I’ll be gone.

Broke? Wait, why are you assuming I’m broke? Do I loo- Wait…just how desperate are you to steal like that? Don’t tell me you’re starving. Are you…lost….by any chance? How old are you?

…You ask a lot of questions. *trails off, as if expecting him to yield, but quickly realizes he’s not in any hurry* *sighs* …If you must know. I’m not a child. I’m not lost. …but I am hungry.

Alright. Why don’t we stop by a cafe to eat something, so you can tell me how I can help you? I don’t like the idea of you walking around stealing people.

…And what’s it going to cost me? You know they say there’s no such thing as a free lunch…

I say there is free lunch. Look, do you want free food or not? You can go away anytime you want, but know that I’m just trying to help.

...*narrows eyes shrewdly, looking him over as his hand loosens its grip on her wrist, as if she can’t quite understand why he’s doing this* ... You’re strange. 

He certainly looked like he could be well-off. He had a beard, but not an overgrown one; no, it was one that was meticulously groomed. She could guess he probably had money. Waiting for him to become distracted by his phone, the thief crept up behind him and carefully started picking the stranger's pocket. She was normally good at choosing targets; but she'd never tried to steal from a sorcerer before...

(She tries to escape but finds herself quite immediately caught. This man has inhumanly fast reflexes) …No, believe it or not I was going for your wallet, you’re holding your- 

….that doesn’t make things any better. How? I’m a sorcerer- and yes, magic is real, ghosts are real….

*rolls eyes* Great. A sorcerer. Just my luck …You’re probably just about as broke as I am.  *glances at his hand around her wrist and exhales a short breath, looking back up at him* -Tell you what, there’s no need for this to interrupt your day any more than it already has. I didn’t take anything from you- just let me go and I’ll be gone.

Broke? Wait, why are you assuming I’m broke? Do I loo- Wait…just how desperate are you to steal like that? Don’t tell me you’re starving. Are you…lost….by any chance? How old are you?

…You ask a lot of questions. *trails off, as if expecting him to yield, but quickly realizes he’s not in any hurry* *sighs* …If you must know. I’m not a child. I’m not lost. …but I am hungry.

Alright. Why don’t we stop by a cafe to eat something, so you can tell me how I can help you? I don’t like the idea of you walking around stealing people.

...And what’s it going to cost me? You know they say there’s no such thing as a free lunch...

He certainly looked like he could be well-off. He had a beard, but not an overgrown one; no, it was one that was meticulously groomed. She could guess he probably had money. Waiting for him to become distracted by his phone, the thief crept up behind him and carefully started picking the stranger's pocket. She was normally good at choosing targets; but she'd never tried to steal from a sorcerer before...

(She tries to escape but finds herself quite immediately caught. This man has inhumanly fast reflexes) …No, believe it or not I was going for your wallet, you’re holding your- 

….that doesn’t make things any better. How? I’m a sorcerer- and yes, magic is real, ghosts are real….

*rolls eyes* Great. A sorcerer. Just my luck …You’re probably just about as broke as I am.  *glances at his hand around her wrist and exhales a short breath, looking back up at him* -Tell you what, there’s no need for this to interrupt your day any more than it already has. I didn’t take anything from you- just let me go and I’ll be gone.

Broke? Wait, why are you assuming I’m broke? Do I loo- Wait…just how desperate are you to steal like that? Don’t tell me you’re starving. Are you…lost….by any chance? How old are you?

…You ask a lot of questions. *trails off, as if expecting him to yield, but quickly realizes he’s not in any hurry* *sighs* …If you must know. I’m not a child. I’m not lost. …but I am hungry.

He certainly looked like he could be well-off. He had a beard, but not an overgrown one; no, it was one that was meticulously groomed. She could guess he probably had money. Waiting for him to become distracted by his phone, the thief crept up behind him and carefully started picking the stranger's pocket. She was normally good at choosing targets; but she'd never tried to steal from a sorcerer before...

(She tries to escape but finds herself quite immediately caught. This man has inhumanly fast reflexes) ...No, believe it or not I was going for your wallet, you’re holding your- 

....that doesn't make things any better. How? I'm a sorcerer- and yes, magic is real, ghosts are real....

*rolls eyes* Great. A sorcerer. Just my luck ...You’re probably just about as broke as I am.  *glances at his hand around her wrist and exhales a short breath, looking back up at him* -Tell you what, there’s no need for this to interrupt your day any more than it already has. I didn’t take anything from you- just let me go and I’ll be gone.

He certainly looked like he could be well-off. He had a beard, but not an overgrown one; no, it was one that was meticulously groomed. She could guess he probably had money. Waiting for him to become distracted by his phone, the thief crept up behind him and carefully started picking the stranger's pocket. She was normally good at choosing targets; but she'd never tried to steal from a sorcerer before...

(She tries to escape but finds herself quite immediately caught. This man has inhumanly fast reflexes) ...No, believe it or not I was going for your wallet, you’re holding your-