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for blindninja

[bestavocado]

[from here]

Eh. I just shrugged. [She sort of shrugged. Fun fact: if you're super-drunk and you lack coordination, you can totally narrate the physical gesture for your blind best friend and skip the hassle of actually doing it.] I might throw up if I try to eat right now. [Charming, Foggy.]

[blindninja]

[He appreciates that she's not so far gone that she's stopped captioning her gestures.] No food then. How about you just get some rest? [She can trust that he would somehow be prepared if he even starts sensing she's going to throw up. For now he sits on the edge of her bed and helps her build a comfortable heap of pillows to pass out on.]

[bestavocado]

[Aww, what a sweetheart, helping her with her pillow heap. She has a pretty comfy nest after a minute, which she is more than happy to pass out in, after she finishes blinking at Matt because wait, what is he planning to do now.] --Are you staying? [Cause she will totally share her bed if he wants. It's so comfy, Matt!]

[blindninja]

[Well, he could sit there, just listening to her heartbeat slow down and her breathing even out like a stalker/serial killer. It's not like he had any other plans for the night since 'you-know-what' got locked in a box. More likely than not he'd stay up in the lounge and keep his senses attuned and focused on her while going through some of their case files. He turns towards her over his shoulder and smiles, talking quietly.] Would you like me to stay?

[bestavocado]

Sure. [Apparently Foggy has other ideas regarding what staying means, because she may be clumsily attempting to tug him into her bed-nest with her. Where it's comfy. Come be comfy, Matt. You know you want to.]

for good_catholic_boy

[bestavocado]

[from here]

I'm glad we're both heavily invested in each other's continued existence. speaking of, how are you feeling?

Where do we want to take this from after Defenders? Before?

[good_catholic_boy]

I only want to see you safe and in one piece, Fog. Okay, I guess.

depends on how sad you want her to be.

[bestavocado]

you and me both, pal.

was that an actual okay or a Matt Murdock 'my lung could be collapsing and I'd still say I'm okay' okay?

Post, if you want. AU of course. Don't know how they'll play it.

[good_catholic_boy]

Something like that. LOL

What do you say we meet up for a drink or something? Like old times?

[bestavocado]

we're too young to have old times, Matt.

where?

for blindninja

[bestavocado]

[ooc: from here]

[Oh god, what. What is happening right now.

She should push him off the moment she realizes what he's doing, but it's her turn to be stunned into inaction. (If asked, she'd definitely claim she doesn't regain the sense to push him away until he's done kissing her, because the alternate option, that Matt is actually kind of good at that and she maybe enjoyed it a bit, is a little too incriminating.)

And then he talks, and she's back to a hearty round of what the fuck.] I - I smell like what?

clearly, he doesn't XD

[blindninja]

Hayfever. Haaaayfeevurrr. [Yeah. Drunk Matt is A+ classy Matt. When he's done slurring the word, warm breath against her ear, he goes back to nipping at and licking the side of her neck, brushing his bottom lip gently over her reddened skin. She's giving him mixed messages about what was happening, which eventually became too confusing for him to know whether he should stop or keep going.] Lots of flowers, y'know? [He pulled away a bit and licked his lips, giving her a stupid lopsided grin.] Let's go to your place. Do you have SoCo?

oh god. /facepalm

[bestavocado]

[It's possible she is giving him mixed messages. Her unconscious reactions are saying this is a fun thing, A+, good job Matty, but the way she pushes him further away when he backs away is clearly the overriding message here.]

I have water. And aspirin. [And confusion, lots of confusion. She's not sure if he's just... so drunk that he's running on autopilot and doesn't really realize he's with Foggy and not a random bar hottie, or if this is something she's going to have to deal with when they're both sober.]

[blindninja]

S'not SoCo. [And yet he'll go along with her anyway, deciding it was better to half-cling to her than stumble around and break his face on the asphalt. She saved him from the slugs after all, and where else was he going to go on his own?]

[bestavocado]

It's better than SoCo because it makes you feel better in the morning instead of worse. [Now that he's, uh, done kissing her neck and making confusing comments about what she smells like, she starts moving them in the direction of her apartment again, doing her best to keep him upright and not tripping over anything he's probably too drunk to sense with any precision.]

for blindninja

[bestavocado]

[from here]


[She notices his knuckles, almost as red as her shoulders, but she doesn't say anything about it for now. She doesn't want to have that conversation again.] Pain relief first. [The pizza might not be so hot by the time they get to it, but priorities. Her sunburn's not dangerously bad but it hurts, skin on the affected areas too hot to be normal even though she's been using cool compresses.]

[blindninja]

[He sets about washing his hands and drying them thoroughly before slinking over to where she was seated, facing her back. They probably got along a lot better in silence, which said a lot about their strained relationship in recent months. His hands hesitate in mid-air before he plucks the straps of her top off her shoulders and moves them aside to her upper arms, squeezing some gel out onto his fingers.]

It'll feel a little cold. [Matt warns her softly before he touches her like she's the blind one. He occasionally slips up like that. He very gently draws her hair aside and lets it fall over the front of her body before gently working the gel into her hot skin.]

I'd say something about taking better care of yourself, but I don't want to come across as hypocritical.

[bestavocado]

[It may be cold, but right now that's only a bonus. It's already a relief on her skin, and he's barely done anything yet.

And then he talks about taking better care of herself, and she snorts.] Yeah, you definitely would. [So it's a good thing he doesn't say anything like that, or she would be honor-bound to bring up little things like that one time she found him in the process of collapsing from injuries in his apartment, or those unhappy-looking knuckles.] I didn't expect to be outside as much as I was.

[blindninja]

[He keeps his touches light and fast, being liberal with the gel. She was more 'on fire' than usual and it threw his senses off a little bit, but the excess heat defined her outline better than what he was used to sketching out.] It'll heal in a few days. But you should rest at home.

[When he was finished he moved around to sit in front of her, checking to see if she'd been burnt anywhere else. He couldn't 'see' it as clearly with her whole body covered in red. His fingertips trailed from the top of her arms slowly down to the back of her fingers, reading her skin like braille. Curling his fingers around the outer halves of her hands, he squeezed lightly before rubbing his thumbs over her palms, working the tension out between each of her slender fingers.] Let me take care of you tonight.

[bestavocado]

It's not that bad. [It's not really an objection, and there's not much conviction behind it (especially when he's massaging her hands and that just feels really nice, okay). But a sunburn doesn't rank all that high on the list of things that require a friend hanging around and doing things for you. Not that it isn't nice, just - she feels compelled to point out that he doesn't need to spend the time on her tonight. Especially when he's had... other priorities lately.]

devilmurdock

[bestavocado]

[from here]

I'm sorry, did Matt Murdock just seriously say stubbornness won't work?

\o/

[devilmurdock]

Wonders never cease? I don't want us to quit but if you're moonlighting to collect over a grand in a jar, I don't know that we can carry on like everything's fine.

[bestavocado]

maybe this is a conversation we should have in person.

[devilmurdock]

[It takes Matt a few minutes to reply. He hasn't been very social lately and if Foggy - bless the Heavens for dropping her in his life - weren't Foggy, she wouldn't have seen or heard much from him, either.]

OK. Why don't you come over? We can order take-away.

[bestavocado]

yeah, okay. I'll be by soon.

[About half an hour later, as it turns out, she shows up and knocks on his door even though he probably heard her when she got into the building if not earlier than that. Her hangover from the other night has mostly subsided, but she still probably smells faintly of alcohol and pizza, and feeling mostly better does not mean she's exactly ready to have a serious conversation about potentially breaking up Nelson and Murdock, and yet here she is.]