[ tris steps in, at once taking a look around the place. it definitely has a magical resonance to it, one that laps at tristan's own, that he twists a little into to see what ways it compares and what ways it contrasts. it's a heartbeat of an examination, but one that tristan indulges in as he takes a pull from his coffee and hums a little. ]
Clark, [ he says it breezily, holding out a tattooed hand, the pigments of which are rich and bright, humming with a magical energy along their lines if he chooses to grab them. ] Tristan. What do I call you?
[ he looks down at the offered hand with a touch of detached scrutiny, and then takes it, shakes it normally. his own hands are rough to the touch, scarred and bent-knuckled, the bones having never healed right, the nerves always on fire; there's a slight tremor in his grip too. but that's every day, and this is a normal handshake. ]
Doctor Stephen Strange.
[ and then he just turns tris' palm in his to examine those markings more closely, an eyebrow raised. he smirks, wan, perhaps one of his default expressions. ]
Last we spoke I said I wanted to see. [ he glances back up at tris' face, the low sunglasses. ] I'll probably have follow-up questions. Is that acceptable to you?
[ another doctor. cool cool cool. but this one's clearly well-versed in magic. talk about a meeting of the minds. tris lets him turn his palm as he will, flexes his fingers a little bit, but doesn't seem in a hurry to pull away, merely taking a sip of his drink. ]
Yeah, that's cool, Doc, ask away. I've got a whole bunch of tattoos so do you just wanna see the one on my hand or like... everything?
[ an innocent question, one he seems pretty blase about. ]
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Clark, [ he says it breezily, holding out a tattooed hand, the pigments of which are rich and bright, humming with a magical energy along their lines if he chooses to grab them. ] Tristan. What do I call you?
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Doctor Stephen Strange.
[ and then he just turns tris' palm in his to examine those markings more closely, an eyebrow raised. he smirks, wan, perhaps one of his default expressions. ]
Last we spoke I said I wanted to see. [ he glances back up at tris' face, the low sunglasses. ] I'll probably have follow-up questions. Is that acceptable to you?
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Yeah, that's cool, Doc, ask away. I've got a whole bunch of tattoos so do you just wanna see the one on my hand or like... everything?
[ an innocent question, one he seems pretty blase about. ]