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Me and you.

[ They are the same person, after all. But Matt knows he'd do it, because it's what Matt would do too. So he opens the window for Murdock. If he was a vampire, Matt would foolishly invite him in. ]

Make yourself at home. It's both our name on the lease.

[ Inasmuch as there is a lease, anyway. Matt waves a hand, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He isn't scared of Murdock, of course, but he does find the man endlessly irritating.

It's because he's strong. Strong people always make Matt hyper-aware, and. Well. ]

I'd offer to show you around, but.

[ Oh! A joke about how they're the same person. That's so stupid. He loves it. He laughs immediately and then comes in, brushing off his suit once he's standing inside. ]

That's ableist. You think I can't enjoy your house because I'm blind?

[ He walks over and takes Matt's arm. Show him around (threatening). ]

[ Ah. He's made a huge mistake. He is learning lesson #1 of living with Matt Murdock. Never play chicken with him. You will lose.

Now Murdock is on his arm and Matt is so incredibly stiff. He bites the inside of his cheek and counts backwards from 10 in his head.

Okay. Fine. He can do this. ]

Alright, well we can start in the living room.

[ Since that's where Murdock entered from. ]

There's a couch in the middle of the room. A rug, which doesn't feel like sandpaper. A few tables. The kitchen is to the right.

You're so descriptive. I should hire you for all my tours.

[ He's being so sarcastic right now. ]

[ Matt rolls his eyes, knowing full-well that Murdock can sense it. ]

Usually I mention the things that might get in the way. I didn't realize you wanted to hear about whether I have laced curtains or a leather couch.

[ He shrugs. No one's ever asked him to describe his apartment before, tbh. ]

It's simple. A little bare. I try not to clutter up my apartment when I can help it, in case I end up with a head injury and can't sense my way from here to the couch.

Maybe I do want to know about your curtains. You don't know.

[ He's just being a dick, tbh ]

Head injuries, huh? From all your fun after-hours activities?

They're red. Got 'em on sale.

[ Matt glowers, but he knows he can't stop Murdock, really. If Matt were in his shoes, he'd do the same thing. Hell, they're the same person, after all. ]

...You could say that.

[ He's not even surprised Murdock knows about his "after-hours" activities. ]

A guy can end up pretty beat up when he doesn't kill people.

Red. Sounds like the opposite of welcoming, but I dig it.

[ He doesn't even really know about it, it was just an educated guess. I mean Matt isn't getting head injuries in the court room. ]

Hm, I guess he can. I've never had that problem.

Not something I think about, usually. I just like red.

[ He shrugs. He figures Murdock probably gets it too, he's just being a pain. He is so good at being a pain. ]

Yeah, well. Like I said. Killing people would be easy.

[ Matt barks out a laugh--it's so obviously bait to make him angry, insinuating that what he does is easy. But he's not about to accept it. He's better than that, his anger is quiet and rarely drawn out the way Matt's so clearly is. ]

Sometimes it's what the situation calls for.

[ Matt glares, knowing full well Murodock won't be able to see it. But his own anger should be obvious enough, by the way he keeps his arms crossed and the way his blood pressure spikes. ]

You mean like when two people are trapped in a tower and a so-called game tells them to kill each other?

Are we going to fight over this again? There's no need to beat a dead horse.

[ hilarious he's so funny ]

[ Matt releases a long sigh. ]

No, I guess not. That conversation won't go anywhere, anyway.

[ Matt knows he's too stubborn for that, it'd be like talking to a brick wall. ]

Why are you here, Murdock? I get the sense it wasn't to apologize.

[ Matt puts his hand over his heart like he's been wounded ]

Maybe I was here to apologize! Don't cast me as the villain so quickly.

[ Matt grits his teeth, staring incredulously. ]

You didn't come here to apologize.

[ Why does he get the sense that that villain thing is more literal than Matt gives Murdock credit for... ]

Ugh, stop grinding your teeth so loud.

[ it is offensive to his delicate ears. ]

I'm sorry for killing you. Do you feel better now?

[ Matt does stop, flashing Murdock a smile he knows he can hear. ]

I do. Thanks.

[ He doesn't.... but I mean, he did get Murdock to say it, so. ]

Don't do it again.

[ That's his Father Murdock voice. You wouldn't want to do it again, right, Murdock? It's bad. Even if, yes, Matt has now learned that there's a version of him out there that... kills people. That's taking him longer to accept than the fact that he momentarily died, honestly. ]

It wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be.

[ He has not learned any lessons. ]

[ Matt levels him a glare. Well, he looks in his general direction, projecting as much distaste as he can. ]

Matt.

[ This face :| ]

Yes?

[ He holds up his hands-- it's not really a surrender gesture so much as it's a "I'm not doing anything to kill you right now" gesture. ]

[ Matt shakes his head. God, it's like talking to Elektra.

It's like talking to Elektra. Oh, no.

Oh, no, Matt. ]

You're something else.

[ he puts his hands down, laughing at his reaction. ]

I would say I'm one of a kind, but, well.

[ Okay, that makes Matt laugh again.

Fuck.

He's fucked. Is it that easy? Trying to kill him? Succeeding at killing him?

Evidently, yes. Matt is laughing at Murdock's stupid joke and he kind of hates himself for it, but he still laughs. ]

Yeah, alright. But if we get an office together, I'm keeping the staplers in my desk, out of concern for office safety.

[ That's also a joke. He's practically flirting. Damn you and your hot violence, Murdock. ]

[ Oh, they're definitely flirting. He leans on his cane, posture relaxed and easy. ]

But you'll leave the paperclips out? Rookie mistake.

[ Yeap, Matt relaxes a bit too, leaning back on a counter. His arms are still crossed, but it's obvious that things have changed. If Foggy were here, he'd be yelling at him. For Matt? Instead, he feels... alive. Damn. ]

Paperclips? But not the hole-punch? That thing's heavy.

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cw hes a little fucked up

murderdock indeed.......

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this is literally the moment matt realizes he thinks murderdock is hot

its about time damn

he's catholic, it takes a while

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