Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms.

[creepyshitking]

WHO: the_human_thing and hoaryhoasts
WHERE: THE YOGURT SHOP
WHEN: the day Dexter arrives, 3 pm.
WARNINGS: none we hope
SUMMARY: Dr. Strange tells Dex what's up. Or something.
FORMAT: words??

Comments

late tag is hideously late, I'm sorry. :(

[hoaryhosts]

[Strange made the walk from his brownstone quickly, peering through the large glass windows upon arrival at the self-proclaimed "gourmet yogurt shop" for any unfamiliar faces. It wasn't so ridiculous to think he might be able to recognize Dexter off the bat, the place was mostly frequented by students and thus someone outside of that demographic would stand out rather starkly in comparison to their flannels and skinny jeans. Surely enough, he quickly found someone who could very well be the man he'd spoken to over the comm and settled into the chair across from him, removing his grey felt fedora with the ease of someone who, well, literally owns the place.]

Stephen Strange. I don't believe you ever told me your name.

YOU ARE NEVER LATE

[creepyshitking]

[He sipped noisily, looking up with an almost bored expression. Not vacant though.]

Dexter Morgan.

Never?

[hoaryhosts]

Pleased to meet you.

[He nods, not missing the bored expression, but uhh. Whatever. People have different ways of handling being abducted to alternate dimensions, after all.]

Now what can I help you with, Mister Morgan?

never ;;

[creepyshitking]

I was hoping you would tell me. [His expression is clearer now, and he slowly - reluctantly sets down his smoothie and leans across the table a bit. ENGAGING IS SO MUCH WORK]