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[lawyerbyday]

Open Post for Matt Murdock. Can be carry over from memes, new lines, or any of the above. Tag in or send a PM if you'd like to discuss beforehand.

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[lawyerbyday]

I've heard about him.

[Said the blind man in a Daredevil outfit trying to scramble out of it so he could get dressed in regular clothes.]

Hey, I don't mind. Something like that can shake you up, even someone like you, Lexi. I can be over in about fifteen, twenty?

[cutehugeyacht]

Yeah. That sounds perfect. I can send you my address.

[There's relief in her tone. She's not completely shaken up, but she could use a good cuddle. She wants him to come fawn over her. He's probably way overdue coming over to her place anyway.]

I have wine but not much food, just a warning.

[lawyerbyday]

I can bring over food to cook or pick something already made. Up to you.

[His lawyer suit was just the perfect counterpoint to the kevlar and body armor. Wearing one over the other always helped his mind go to where it needed. Kevlar brought out more aggression, the scent of blood and sweat on it a very specific thing. Linen and cotton brought his mind back to the more delicate things. Using his words. His brain. He could do that. Shoes on, hair sort of combed, he was picking up what he needed to go over to her place, including his cane.]

[cutehugeyacht]

Wait. You cook?

[She's suddenly incredibly intrigued now. She forgets for a moment that that it's late, and he's probably tired. Alexis is a terrible cook. She doesn't know how. The few times she's attempt has ended in disaster, so she doesn't bother. Baking is different she'd had some success, but that's mostly with supervision. She always does well with someone to guide her.]

[lawyerbyday]

Kinda had to. My dad couldn't to save his life. Or mine.

[Of all the things for her to be impressed about, and he could hear the interest in her voice, his cooking amused him.]

[cutehugeyacht]

What's your favorite thing to make? No, no. What are the best at making?

[And just like that, her aching wrist and Daredevil is forgotten. She's so excited to learn more about this new tidbit she's learned about him. They can talk more about the mugging when he gets there.]

[lawyerbyday]

I take it that means you'd prefer I bring something for cooking as opposed to ordering.

[He was dressed and ready to head over, but debating on what it was he could bring.]

I make amazing omelets. But I'll have to show you that in the morning. Or my waffles.

[cutehugeyacht]

You don't mind? I know it's late-- ugh, you're probably tired! Sorry!

[She really just wants him. They can always order something in. He can cook for her another time.]

You want to make me dinner and breakfast? Matt, you sweetheart!

[lawyerbyday]

One of us has to be able to cook, Alexis. I need protein.

[Someone was a big boy. That someone was not Alexis. So he packed eggs and cheese and-]

Do you have anything in your fridge? I can stop at the bodega and pick up what we need.

[cutehugeyacht]

Can I keep you forever?

[Her tone is fond and indulgent. She gets up from the couch to go peek at what she has in the fridge. She has the bare basics. Eggs. Jam. Bread in her pantry. Wine. Yogurt. You know, the necessities.]

I've got eggs and bread and wine!

[lawyerbyday]

Eggs bread and wine, check.

[He put the eggs back, then made a list to grab at the bodega.]

How about pasta for dinner and an omelet for breakfast?

[cutehugeyacht]

Yes, please! Can I help you cook?

[lawyerbyday]

If you'd like to. I'm sure you've got better eyes in your kitchen than I'd have.

[He was already out the door, locking up and heading down to the bodega, a list in mind.]

Favorite pasta type?

[cutehugeyacht]

All of them! And I can be a very excellent sous chef. I just need direction!

[lawyerbyday]

A blind man giving a lady directions sounds like a recipe for disaster.

[cutehugeyacht]

I trust you. We've got this.

[lawyerbyday]

If you say so. Pasta and... chicken? Or seafood?

[He was coming up on the bodega, knowing they had frozen shrimp available along with fresh chicken. He wasn't entirely sure on his lady love's food preferences. Yet.]

[cutehugeyacht]

Mmm, I usually love seafood, but I think I want chicken. What kind of sauce are you making?

[It's amazing how easily she's forgotten about the mugging. She's not even all that upset about her shoe.]

I'll tell you about what happened when you get here. But I really am find.

[lawyerbyday]

For chicken? Probably an alfredo. If they had beef or pork here, I'd do a red sauce. And I'll be the judge of whether you're fine or not. You got mugged, Alexis. Are you sure you don't need me to call a doctor?

[He knew the answer was no, but he wasn't supposed to know, so he had to ask.]

[cutehugeyacht]

Ooh, yum! I can't wait! Really, I'm fine. My wrist hurts but it's nothing!

[lawyerbyday]

Do you have ice? I can get a cold pack.

[cutehugeyacht]

I have some ice. And Advil. It's just tender.

[It's swollen and finger bruises are wrapped around it, but she doesn't think it's a big deal.]

[lawyerbyday]

Uh huh. Well I'll take a... feel of it when I get there.

[Paying for what he needed and leaving to head to her place now.]

[cutehugeyacht]

I’ll see you soon, and be careful, okay?

[It’s late, and she doesn’t want him to fall into the same issue she did going home. While she waits for him, she pours them both a glass of wine. She gets some ice into a plastic ziplock bag and wraps it with a towel before settling it on her wrist with a wince.]

[lawyerbyday]

I'm always careful.

[Hah. But he was using his cane as a pretense only, barely tapping as he made his way along the streets to her brownstone. He arrived and rang the bell.]