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texting meme

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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[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?

A few days for me to do my due diligence and get all the relevant details. But if you're looking for paperwork to stay, Shaw, and I'm not saying you shouldn't, you're going to have to find someone here that does that. I'm saying that as both your attorney and possible friend. I can't help you with the illegalities of it, but I can figure out how bad everything is or if they're looking for you and where.

And for her sake? I kind of want you to stick around.

I know people.

[That's a...vague brusque statement. But he figures it's all Matt really needs to know. Not looking up from his hands he nods tersely, absent.]

I can get that part all taken care of. If I'm going to...put down roots, I need to know if I should be watching my back, though.

[He doesn't know where he ranks on the "most wanted" now. Ironically his long forced hiatus might mean he's not as important to those on the law enforcement side. But who knows. He did tick off a lot of people, and the kind that hold grudges.]

You'll hear from me in a few days, at the latest. Unless you find yourself in the mood to go for a beer.

[It was an offer that he made, both for himself and Jessica. An effort to try to make Owen feel more welcome. To give him an opportunity to be a part of their little... thing.]

[He pauses in pulling the tape off, unwinding it from his fingers. Then he tosses it to the floor, aiming towards Matt's feet.]

Already have a drinking partner. Remember?

[It's intended as a shot. That's him for you: seeing an outstretched hand and feeling compelled not just to ignore it but smack it.]

[Matt wasn't a lawyer for no reason.]

And your current drinking partner also has a job and other obligations. Unless you're happy being caged in that apartment all the time?

[Ding ding. Fight.]

[Oh is that how it's gonna be.]

Don't you have any friends of your own to harass?

[There's a duck, a halfway successful block, a responding jab.]

I do. And a shitty dive bar to go drink with them in. Which you're welcome to frequent.

[Counters with an open-armed hug. Fuck the rules.]

[Whoa. Now come on, man. That's just playing dirty. He'd rather Murdock had just bitten his ear off. Or kicked him in the stones, maybe.

He goes stiff and still, too taken aback and bemused to properly dodge this before it can happen.]

...The last time I went to a dive bar, I wound up with Jessica. So I don't know if I can risk it.

[Wait. That sounded like he was joking that if they went out together he could at least theoretically see himself sleeping with Matt. Shit. That's not an insult. Fucking hell.]

Wow. Propositioning me before we even have alcohol as an excuse? I'm flattered.

[And smirking like a shit over it too. Because ha ha, Owen. Ha. Ha.]

[He has a disgruntled, wide-eyed look. Like if he were the type to blush any easier, he might be getting some color in the face over this.

As it is he rests a hand on the center of Matt's chest and pushes him away firmly. Trying not to pay too much attention to the solid muscle he can feel there in the process.]

All right. You've had your fun.

Some of it. Not nearly enough.

[He was still grinning widely, still beaming like a jackass over at Owen as he took a step back. The Murdock charm was alive and well.]

I'll bet this is why you don't have many friends.

[But the sneer was half-hearted at best. Ugh. Stupid obnoxious lawyer.]

Nah, that's just a side effect of both my night and day job. But I find it a challenging obstacle to get over. Call me if you want to go out and just grab a beer, Shaw. I mean it. No questions. No prodding. Just a night out.

I don't think I'd even know what to talk about with you. You're not the type of my usual crew.

[Doing his best to brush it off, dismiss. He's already got a bloody girlfriend, dammit. He doesn't need a friend too. He doesn't need to care about anymore people in his life, and certainly not such...goody-goodies.]

Sorry, Murdock. Looks like you're drinking alone.

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