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[usingthelaw]

[ Straightening out his spine, Foggy let out a low and still very displeased groan with the direction the night had taken. Matt had some kind of danger magnet and all the worst of the worst were drawn in. The guy who couldn't die being a prime example. Arms folded across his chest to further his image of 'nope', he responded with - ]

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.

[theyrehorns]

[Don't call him out like this!!!]

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.]

[usingthelaw]

You're right. It's flinging yourself back inside too. [ He gave a pointed look, not caring in the least bit Matt couldn't appreciate the gaze in all its glory. The sensing it would be enough for now, his hands wafting through the air slowly as he kept talking - ranting?

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.