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[cheetosfingers]

Now, tell me the truth

Would that say that I was actually a badass or just had really poor judgment?

[spktr]

Honestly
a little bit of both
not everyone would just straight up get a dumb tattoo on their face.
that shows guts or something

[cheetosfingers]

I think I'd lose my job though.
No one's going to want a lawyer with that kind of thing on their face.

Or maybe they would.
If they were a severely hardened criminal.

[spktr]

You'd be stuck with a very specific clientele.

But you could just be yourself

[cheetosfingers]

I could.

Not everyone likes that though.

[spktr]

It would be weird if everybody liked you all the time.

[cheetosfingers]

[ she makes a face. ]

Not exactly what I meant but yeah, you're right. I'll try and see it that way.

[spktr]

Not that I'm one to give advice
but sometimes my ideas work out.

( matt > @fogwells )

[cheetosfingers]

This is a bad idea.

[ that's what she says as she tries to carefully navigate the busy streets of new york. this is a very bad idea because she hadn't told matt she was going to visit and what if he's busy, what if the thrill is gone, what if he doesn't remember her?

but that's stupid, of course he'd remember her. he hasn't suddenly gotten amnesia. ]

That can't happen, right?

[ someone passes her by and gives her a look but jen just laughs, waves and keeps walking, looking at her phone so she doesn't get lost. it takes her some time but she does end up in front of matt's office after a moment and then she straightens her shirt (tee shirt that says 'i love new york' because she's spilled coffee on her other one) and takes a breath. ]

Please don't have amnesia.

[ and then she pushes the door open and makes her way inside, smelling files and leather and sawdust. it's much different than the office she has in los angeles.

she likes this one. ]

[fogwells]

[ matt's much better off than he had been in the last several years during the time that nelson and murdock had dissolved, leaving him to work pro bono for a few months out of his own office. even when they eventually did reunite, their first few cases were settled in the abandoned warehouse space of what used to be fogwell's gym, still carrying the faint scent of old sweat and blood.

eventually, they'd gotten their old office back, through a lot of pulled strings only credible to foggy's charm, making the working life a bit more organized, even if it's not anywhere near the high end lifestyle of most lawyers, be it in new york or los angeles.

he's tidying things in his old-new office, currently alone on the floor with foggy and karen out to meet with a client, when he stops, realizing he's not alone at all.

from the distance, he can hear the anxious motion of her steps, smell the faint exhale of coffee in her breath, smell the quiet mutter that she likely says to herself — please don't have amnesia. he can't help but smile.

standing, he straightens his tie before he moves to the doorway of his office, stopping between it and the main room of nelson and murdock as he senses her by the door. he feigns surprise but he's grinning inside. ]

Ms. Walters?

[cheetosfingers]

( she'd been about to raise her hand to knock when he opens the door and startles her enough that she stumbles backwards. she manages to catch herself just in time to prevent any falling from happening but she still puts a hand to her chest and laughs. )

Jesus, that's —

( she laughs again now that she's settling down, heart rate returning to something normal. )

Do you do that to everyone who comes to your door or am I just special?

[fogwells]

[ he senses her shift in balance, a smile slipping on his face when she remains upright and laughs, almost even a little pleased with himself in catching her off guard. ]

Well, you're definitely special.

[ he might be a little biased in that, considering their experiences together, but he's shameless in showcasing that, smile remaining as he straightens up at the doorway, ears picking up on her beating heart. ]

But I'm— probably the one a lot more surprised here. I didn't know you had any business in New York. Work bring you here?

[cheetosfingers]

Uh, no.

( oh god, she should have called, she knows she should have called but it's too late to turn back now, isn't it?

she laughs and then shrugs one shoulder. )

So, I was just in the neighborhood and thought, hey, that pretty cute guy that I met in Los Angeles lives here so maybe, while I'm here buying some authentic New York, uh, bread, I could visit him.

[fogwells]

Bread.

[ he tries not to laugh at her explanation, not entirely buying into her casual neighborhood story but not minding either way. right now, he just likes that she's here at all. ]

Sorry I distracted you from your bread shopping, but I'm glad that I did. Wasn't really expecting this surprise visit, but now that you're here, I gotta say — couldn't be happier.

[ he smiles at her earnestly as he says it, wanting to make sure she knows he's being honest about it. everything about her has been a series of unexpected scenarios, but never one that leaves him disappointed.

stepping aside, he holds out his hand to his office, to a shabby old desk stacked with papers etched in braille, a collection of law books, and his laptop. ]

Want to come in? It's not exactly ... high end, but it's homey.

[cheetosfingers]

I know, it's ridiculous. But, I got some time off after everything happened and I thought I'd see how the other side of the country lives.

( so, here she is. )

And don't worry, I'm not just here to see you. I'm going to be doing all the requisite tourist things too. I bought a fanny pack and everything.

( she steps inside though, a small smile on her face that she knows he can't see so she allows it to happen. the blush that appears afterward just follows along with it. )

It's nice, though. I like it. Very...homey, like you said. High end isn't always better.

[fogwells]

Worry? All of New York to see and you popped into Nelson and Murdock. Couldn't be more honored.

[ he might not be able to see it, but he can sense the warmth in her cheeks and read the shift of her lips, with his own smile naturally slipping on in response to knowing it's there.

holding out his arm, he offers her a seat whether she means to take on or not, as he leans himself back against the edge of his desk. ]

I've lived here all my life so I can do my best to give you all the hot insider New Yorker tips, but I guess my experience with the city — [ he gives a vague wave to his eyes. ] A bit different than your average local. But I hear the sights are stunning.

( tfln overflow — pissant )

[cheetosfingers]

( from here )

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Mmm, you know what I like, talking about poop in the morning.

( she laughs though and shakes her head. she'll consider the coffee for later. )

I didn't interrupt you, did I?

tytyty <3 <3

[pissant]

If you don't poop in the morning you're a liar. Or maybe an evening pooper. Either way everyone poops Jen.

[He slides down to sit next to her cross legged, shaking his head at the implication that she might have been interrupting anything.]

Unless you count reading up on upcoming trades to make a fantasy roster important work then I don't think you were interrupting anything. [A laugh.]

[cheetosfingers]

Stop talking about poop.

( she makes a face and shoves at his leg when he sits down before sighing. )

Trades like for a sports thing?

[pissant]

[He can only chuckle at her response. All things considered, Jen's cute when she's mad~]

Fine, fine. No dirty talk.

Yeah. Fantasy football. Gonna make some serious cheddar this year~ Or pick, like, the worlds shittiest line up like I did last year.

[cheetosfingers]

Is that the one where they throw the ball?

( she's being purposefully obtuse because she can. there's lots of sports that require throwing a ball, she knows.

she's just never really been too into them. )

I didn't know you liked that kind of thing. Never seen you play football with the boys.

[pissant]

The one where they throw the ball, and grunt a lot.

[Which is fair, he likes hockey the most. But mostly he has a lot of fun doing fantasy line ups, he's gotten more into football statistically because of it. Which is a pretty nerdy thing to say.]

There's no way I'm playing football with the boys. I'm not interested in getting linebacked by Thor. I choose life Jen. [Plus when it comes to playing sports he's more of a disc golf kinda guy. Cause he's that bro.]

[cheetosfingers]

Hey hey, no, don't let anyone tackle you. You're too cute and too nice.

( laughing, she reaches up to him and tugs at his shirt, trying to see if he'll lay down beside her. the floor is clean, scott, she promises.

she laughs and tries to imagine him in the middle of a football game. )

I bet you're quick though.

[pissant]

Exactly. Imagine being in the bottom of that pile. [A beat.] Actually now that I think about it... [He laughs at his own stupid tease and takes the hint, letting her tug him down beside her. He shifts once there so he can lay on his side and rest his head in his palm, so he can still look at her, and moves his other hand to reach around to rub at her back comfortingly.]

I'm pretty quick, and I've gotten good at the tuck and roll. But I still wouldn't want to see Sam haulin' towards me. I'm not so sure he's really forgiven me for the whole ruining his pack thing that one time. [There's beef there.]

( tfln — freights )

[cheetosfingers]

[ From here ]

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Well, I can offer up some cupcakes for you. Store bought, of course. You don't want me to cook. I could offer up boobs too but that seems a little forward.