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You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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If you don't understand then I don't know how to explain it to you.

[His voice creeping lower, more closed-off. He does in fact want to "throw down" very much now, but Matt going and saying it like that took all the fun out of it.]

I've made my way in this life alone, as much as I ever could be. And I prefer it that way. Attachments, growing sentimental, taking things personally...it's a weakness. It makes you soft. It's the kind of unnecessary problem that I can't afford to take on as a risk, and so I don't. I never did and that kept me alive and at the top of my game for years.

And then I met her. Now it's all starting to come apart.

If you really feel that way, then I feel sorry for you. Being in love isn't something to... it's not something to waste, Shaw. Maybe you were able to go through your life without it because you never found someone that suited you. Hey, I get that. But you have it now. You have someone worth being with. Someone who knows you're kind of a prick and still seems to want to take a shot. Don't sit here and talk to me like I should feel sorry for you because someone loves you.

I don't want you to feel sorry for me.

[Anger bubbling to the surface, making him extra defensive. He takes a breath to try and calm it back down.]

I'm not walking away from her. I can't. I'm in too deep now. And I won't deny, it feels good. Better than anything I've ever known. But don't stand there and try to tell me that is easy. Being tied down when you're always used to running. Being unmade.

I knew someone like you. I loved-- love her. She thought it was all just bullshit and that I was living in a dreamworld thinking that it was something that could happen. And yet it did. Even when she-

[He stopped, taking a deep breath as he thought about Elektra. As he felt her in his arms dying all over again.]

Trust me, Shaw. Whatever uncomfy cold pricklies you feel about the notion of love or of being in love, get over it. Life is short. More so if you're involved in what you say you are. There should be one thing in it that makes it worth living besides just being the best at something.

[He stops short at that, pressing his lips together, drawing his head back almost as if Matt just tried to take a swing at him.

Because now he can't help thinking, didn't Toretto say something exactly like that to him once? Defending his choice to care so much about his crew, his family, with the knowledge that when he went "at least he would know what it was all for".

It's a real kick in the teeth to think he might have been right after all. That he still gets to win, in the end.]

...Right. Yeah. But what if that one thing gets in the way of being at your best?

Then maybe you need to ask yourself if it's worth being the best at something that would otherwise leave you to be alone. Love isn't a burden. If your... lifestyle makes it feel like that but you don't want to give up what you have, I'd say that's time to take a good look at your priorities and what you really want for yourself.

Seriously. Are you a lawyer or a therapist? Because I can tell you right now what it is you're sounding like.

[Being all sardonic as a defense mechanism, trying to brush off Matt's words and how they hit him too deep.

He never got into this expecting he would change. But he has, and like anything in the process of evolution he has to adapt if he wants to survive. He's just not finding it easy to accept how much of him may have to change. How...flawed his living was before. Compared to what he has now.
Compared to what he could have.]

I could argue that a lawyer has to be a bit of both. But I'm also Jess's friend. And if you're going to be a part of her life, then it's probably likely I'll be yours too. I'd prefer that to an alternative.

You mean me being your enemy?

[Of course at that he can't help but shift his voice to challenging. And cold.]

Enemy? No, more like some asshole that's dating my friend. I'd rather get along with someone she's close to. Doesn't mean I'm going to add you to my list of arch nemesis, Shaw. You're her boyfriend. You're not Fisk.

No, I'm not some chubby businessman trying to buy his way into a whole city. But just for the record, Murdock? If you ever did get on my bad side: don't underestimate what I can do.

[The posturing is habit he can't quit, it seems. But he wants to be taken seriously. He's worked too hard to become what he is. He resents having any or all of it taken away.]

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I can't tell, are you twirling your mustache at me while laughing evilly? Should I go check the train tracks for a damsel in distress?

[Maybe now Owen might see why Matt and Jess got along.]

[He has to laugh a little at that. Though it's airy and begrudging. It is all terribly cliched, he knows; but there was a time when he could still make it work. It never seemed like he was laying it on too thick when people looked at him, listened to him, and knew he meant what he said. Believed in his power to follow through on any threat.

It strikes a low chord of terror and nausea in his gut, to think he runs the risk of becoming all bark and no bite. A joke.]

Well we both know it wouldn't be Jessica. For a couple good reasons. Got any other damsels you're particularly attached to?

Gee, I would be terribly upset if anything were to happen to Wilson Fisk.

[He gave Owen an innocent look, which may be alarmingly effective, depending on how susceptible Owen was to puppy looks.]

[It's not effective, per say. But he does feel a sort of -- twinge.

He has to give Matt a disbelieving, deadpan stare.]

Ugh. That face. I'd accuse you of practicing it, but we both know you can't see into a mirror.

And what's wrong with my face? I hear I have a lovely smile.

[Those lips quirked up and he shot a grin towards Owen. Looked like the man might not be entirely unreachable. He was just... prickly. Matt had gotten through to prickly before.]

[He smirks in his usual way at first, aloof and unfriendly. But after a second's consideration his expression drops. Looking thoughtfully at Matt's face.]

...Want me to show you?

[Like he did before, he means. Letting Matt borrow his eyes.

His own expression is the hesitant one of a man who is offering someone he's at odds with a big favor, and isn't entirely sure why. Just that he is.]

[The smile drops quickly, but the look that replaces it isn't fear or anger. It's hope. A hope he tries to squash as he curls his hands into fists, licking his lips as he struggles not to jump on the opportunity.]

I think you've found your unfair advantage over me, Mr. Shaw.

You're a bold man, to out and admit that.

[It's an honest observation, him sizing up Matt the way he would anyone out of habit. He tilts his head, conceding some grudging admiration.

At the same time though he feels an odd emotional double-edged sword. The same callous and arrogant triumph he would at discovering a weakness he could use against someone in the future...and a warning twinge of concern, that knowing this means he might be tempted to actually use it.

Manipulating others with information gleaned from their thoughts, putting himself above them, using a power to hurt them in a way he never could before. He swallows, thinly. At his side his fingers curl, just stopping himself from making his own fists tighter.]

But you do have an advantage on me still. Experience. You know what you are, and you've learned to live with it. Found a way to retain humanity in spite of being practically...not.

Part of that's being Irish. The other part's being Catholic. My father was a good man, and maybe that helped. Everyone has experience, Shaw. You can't get through life without it. The difference comes in the type. I'm sure some of the men I've put in jail have had experiences that led them down that path in a way they couldn't fight against. Others made it theirs. Owned it. Experience doesn't make you a good or bad person. That's the whole argument behind nature vs nurture. You just have to decide where you want to be in life and how you want to get there.

[A muscles in his cheek works as he stares stoically, feeling impatience and almost sighing at such a talk. He never could take this kind of moralizing. And it's hard for him to take it seriously.

But he says nothing to argue. He lowers his shoulders and drops his head, expression tired. Looking, for him, humbled. If not easily so.]

Like I said before. I've no interest in...weaponizing it. Using my powers against other people, to take advantage of them. Because where that leads...

[He doesn't finish. It's an almost superstitious thought: but someone or something with abilities beyond human, using it to prey on humans, that's a ghost story. That's a tale about something inhuman. A bogeyman, or the like.]

Good. As long as you keep yourself on that track, you and I aren't going to have a problem. Well, unless you break her heart. Then I'll have to beat you to a pulp on principle.

I'm sure.

[Not quite a smile. He'd do his best to fight back, but it'd be too reckless to get blindly cocky about his chances facing down an actual superhero.]

Hell. If I did manage to do that, I might almost be willing to let you.

[He gave Owen a crooked grin, one that Foggy had told him looked entirely too wicked to be on the face of a Catholic and made his status as wingman unnecessary.]

Keep it up, Shaw. I'm going to start liking you.

[That look is certainly something. And it makes the feeling of liking threaten to be mutual. Dammit.]

Perish the thought.

[He closes off again, saying it almost like a threat.

Glances down at his hands, but no. He's in no mood to go another round with the bag. Now he just wants to get out of here, and maybe take a shower. He briskly starts tearing the tape off.]

I assume you'll be in touch, about what we discussed here. How long do you think it'll take?

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