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Setting down his phone, Stephen smiles. It's been entirely too long since he's done anything like this-- impulsive and fun-- what with all the saving the world from interdimensional entities and such. But Christine is and always has been someone unlike anyone else in his life, and when the texts started, Stephen was more than happy to step away from his duties to get reacquainted with her.
After ensuring that the New York Sanctum's wards were properly in place, he slips his sling ring onto his fingers and begins the familiar process. Ring hand up, free hand tracing an invisible circle beside it. A moment later, a glowing circle of what looked like orange sparks appears in the air a few feet before him, growing in diameter until it's large enough for him to pass through, which he does...
Appearing through a similar ring in Christine's apartment. Once he's through, the circle disappears.
"I like what you've done with the place," he says, glancing around.
After ensuring that the New York Sanctum's wards were properly in place, he slips his sling ring onto his fingers and begins the familiar process. Ring hand up, free hand tracing an invisible circle beside it. A moment later, a glowing circle of what looked like orange sparks appears in the air a few feet before him, growing in diameter until it's large enough for him to pass through, which he does...
Appearing through a similar ring in Christine's apartment. Once he's through, the circle disappears.
"I like what you've done with the place," he says, glancing around.
