[When Matt opens the door, he looks—well, battered. As per usual, really, but the worst of it that can be seen is a bruise under his cheekbone where someone got in a lucky shot. There are more bruises peeking out from under the hoodie he tugged on, but overall? It's not that bad, considering that his bed is currently a bloody mess.
He's. Still working on that.]
And I've told you that I can't exactly turn it off. [He opens the door wider for Foggy to step through. The Daredevil suit is on the floor, the helmet sitting on the table, and if there were any signs of a break-in, it's just as likely that Matt's the cause of them and not whoever his mysterious visitor was.
Said mysterious visitor left. Uh. Well. A lot of blood on Matt's bed, and a used katana on the bed. Judging from the spots of blood on the floor, it wasn't originally on the bed.]
It's not—It isn't Elektra, before you ask. [Her name is heavy on his tongue, bittersweet, like copper and honey.] I'd know if it was.
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He's. Still working on that.]
And I've told you that I can't exactly turn it off. [He opens the door wider for Foggy to step through. The Daredevil suit is on the floor, the helmet sitting on the table, and if there were any signs of a break-in, it's just as likely that Matt's the cause of them and not whoever his mysterious visitor was.
Said mysterious visitor left. Uh. Well. A lot of blood on Matt's bed, and a used katana on the bed. Judging from the spots of blood on the floor, it wasn't originally on the bed.]
It's not—It isn't Elektra, before you ask. [Her name is heavy on his tongue, bittersweet, like copper and honey.] I'd know if it was.