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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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[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.]

[cutehugeyacht]

[She scurries to the door and opens it with a bright grin. She throws her arms around him for a hug.]

Hi! It’s so good to see you!

[lawyerbyday]

[He catches her belatedly, smiling as he wraps the arm around her that doesn't have bags and a cane in it. A kiss to the side of her cheek, then he leans back a bit.]

Okay, let's take a poke at this wrist of yours and see how bad it is.

[cutehugeyacht]

[She pecks his cheek affectionately and then kissed him full on the lips because she can. She lets him into her place and takes the bag to take a peek at the goodies. At his request, she presents to him her wrist.]

I put ice on it like you said.

[lawyerbyday]

Does it hurt still?

[Bag down, cane folded, he reaches for her and her arm, already picking up on the broken blood vessels, the hematoma, the fact she was careful with it. Nothing broken, nothing too bad, but she'd have a bruise as a reminder.]

[cutehugeyacht]

Not too bad. I've had worse!

[She appreciates how gentle he is with her wrist. His touch is delicate and tender. She's trying not to move it much because it twinges uncomfortably when it does.]

I totally had it, but Daredevil helped me out. I knew he was a thing, but seeing him-- never met a superhero before.

[lawyerbyday]

Daredevil, huh? I've heard about him.

[And that wasn't even a lie. He heard about all the things he did and things he didn't do that got attributed to him a lot. He just tried to keep the grins to himself. But he had to laugh a little at her comment.]

Not sure he's a superhero, Alexis. He's a guy in a suit that beats people up. Come on, let's go keep the ice on it and I'll get dinner started. If it hurts in the morning, you should go see a doctor to make sure it's not sprained.

[cutehugeyacht]

[Alexis is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. There's that niggling in her brain again. She watches Matt's mouth, sparks of something almost there but not quite. She lets him guide her to the kitchen where she's left her ice pack.]

You don't approve of him?