Yes, it sounds very safe to me, indeed. [He says dryly, because really? Cannibals, destroyed planets and slave raiders all sound like a walk in Central Park on a spring day. Except not.] So what's your weapon of choice against cannibals and slave raiders?
[Strange gives Mon-El a long look that could easily be read as a 'are you shitting me' look]
Do I look like a hobbit to you? [Seriously. He's 6' tall and clearly less hairy than the halfling kind.
At the word 'cape', the Cloak moves from Strange's back to float in front of Mon-El, twirling around as if to make a point:]
It's a cloak, not a cape. And since it's called the 'Cloak of Levitation', I'll let you guess if I can fly or not.
[While its master is a bit dry, the Cloak itself gathers some of its fabric together and offers it to the other man, a clear invitation to shake 'hands']
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Yes, it sounds very safe to me, indeed. [He says dryly, because really? Cannibals, destroyed planets and slave raiders all sound like a walk in Central Park on a spring day. Except not.] So what's your weapon of choice against cannibals and slave raiders?
[Strange gives Mon-El a long look that could easily be read as a 'are you shitting me' look]
Do I look like a hobbit to you? [Seriously. He's 6' tall and clearly less hairy than the halfling kind.
At the word 'cape', the Cloak moves from Strange's back to float in front of Mon-El, twirling around as if to make a point:]
It's a cloak, not a cape. And since it's called the 'Cloak of Levitation', I'll let you guess if I can fly or not.
[While its master is a bit dry, the Cloak itself gathers some of its fabric together and offers it to the other man, a clear invitation to shake 'hands']