Who: Stephen Strange and John Constnatine When: Late Friday Evening [backdated] Where: Their shared (and slightly secret) office abode What: Magical Gents doing magical things Warnings: Probably Status: Closed/In-Progress
"You know you'll burn it if you handle it like that," he scolded, though Stephen's tone was anything but angry. He was amused when he caught John in his peripheral and made his way over to where his partner-in-crime (and many other dubious exchanges) stood. He was clever, Stephen would give him that, but he felt he didn't have the refined touch that he himself had.
Rolling up the sleeves of his otherwise pristinely-pressed button-down shirt, Stephen came up behind John. His arms on either side of him, Stephen began to manipulate the area around the object. Splitting the very time and space to hold just a portion of the magic that was seeping from the object.
"While I'm on board for a surprise for the client, I'd rather not have a murder on our hands again. Which means I hope you're behaving yourself."