Get your gen texts here!!

[1sts]

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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[badluckwithplanes]

[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.]

[lawyerbyday]

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.]

[badluckwithplanes]

[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.]

[lawyerbyday]

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.]

[badluckwithplanes]

[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.

[lawyerbyday]

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.]

[badluckwithplanes]

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

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

[lawyerbyday]

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.

[badluckwithplanes]

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.

[lawyerbyday]

We'll see.

[badluckwithplanes]

[He gives a briefly sneering snort, not appreciating such a flippant dismissal. He keeps facing Matt as first as he takes his steps away. Slouching yet posturing.

Eventually he turns and heads towards the door.]

[lawyerbyday]

[The posturing only had Matt smiling, something Owen would see as he backed away, but as he headed for the door, Matt went back to punching the bag. That was what he'd come here for, after all.]