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usingthelaw) wrote2020-09-07 02:48 pm
usingthelaw) wrote2020-09-07 02:48 pm
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Anyway: yay, help! Matt is really glad for it, because if Foggy's having a bad time with the smell, imagine how Matt's feeling. The scent of dried blood is almost overwhelming, leaves a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. He does not fix Foggy with a Look, because he's gagging a little on the smell too, but he does tilt his head and frown concernedly in his general direction, where his silhouette is in Matt's impressionistic view of their surroundings.]
I'll do it. [People have seen Daredevil do weirder things than chuck a sword into the Hudson.
Okay, no, they have not, but it wouldn't be too surprising. He aims a sloppy kick to the door behind him when they make it up the stairs at last, and together they drag the mattress out onto the roof and drop it there.]
I'll take that under consideration. [And then he's never going to put it into place because it would be too much of an inconvenience, from his point of view. Still, he has to acknowledge the fact that, yeah—he needs to find some way to better secure his apartment.] A boring night in, huh? I assume this includes that series on Netflix you were talking about last week.
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You don't plan on doing a damn thing because then it'll be harder for you to just fling yourself through the window.
[ Don't forget how well he knew you, Matt. His b.s. meter never faltered when it came to the other man. They knew far too much to when it all came down to it. Matt a little too much with that nose of his.
Talk about constant embarrassment. ]
[ Okay, his eyes might have lit up a little at the mention of Netflix. Ah the simple pleasures in life. Netflix, some wine and good food - his constant companion lately.
Was that sad sounding? ]
If you think your devil may care attitude could adjust to just sitting and having me to describe to you everything going on. You know you live for my commentary.
[ His eyes gazed over at the ledge of the roof. ] We're going to need to go and get you another bed.
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It's a bit more than just flinging myself out the window. [It absolutely is just him flinging himself out the window in a red devil costume, like it's Halloween. He cocks an ear in Foggy's direction, because Matt might not be able to see shit but he knows for a fact that neither of them have been getting a lot of companionship lately.
He can't lie, he does like the idea of having Foggy keep up a running commentary on the series. Sure, he could use the commentary actually provided by Netflix, but that's less fun.]
Yeah, well. [He shrugs.] I like the sound of your voice more than the sound of whoever's narrating, in the actual commentary. [Is that a line. Matt, is that a fucking line?]
I can sleep on the couch. It's fine.
[He's gotten used to smell of dried blood off of it, so.]
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But he stopped short on the importance of locks and latches at the - line? Murdock charm 101, oh, he knew it all too well and the words were usually followed by a sheepish grin and what would be referred to as bedroom eyes.
His own eyes widened a little but he bounced back quickly enough. Hopefully. ]
You're full of shit, Murdock. [ A pause. ] We're getting you a bed tomorrow. Got it?
Now, come on. I need a drink.