[ A brief look at the rooms taken, he walks a couple of doors down and picks one, a little more isolated though still nearby. ]
I'll give that a thought. [ It's still... confusing to think how this magic might work, and when he reaches for the doorknob he still has no idea what he wants it to look like. The houses he'd taken up in Rio, Calcutta? Holes, hideouts, places hardly he'd like to revisit. He'd barely been at the room in New York long enough to even remember it properly. So it's in that uncertainty that he slowly opens the door and sees what his subconscious decides to surprise him with.
It's a motel room, out of all the places. Bruce's face opens in stunned surprise, enough that he doesn't even think of shutting the door closed again. ]
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I'll give that a thought. [ It's still... confusing to think how this magic might work, and when he reaches for the doorknob he still has no idea what he wants it to look like. The houses he'd taken up in Rio, Calcutta? Holes, hideouts, places hardly he'd like to revisit. He'd barely been at the room in New York long enough to even remember it properly. So it's in that uncertainty that he slowly opens the door and sees what his subconscious decides to surprise him with.
It's a motel room, out of all the places. Bruce's face opens in stunned surprise, enough that he doesn't even think of shutting the door closed again. ]