Hah, you're asking me that? I'm a bit of a workaholic. I don't have much that I consider "fun".
Sometimes I play video games? Other times, I get a few drinks at a bar and come home with someone.
I'm mostly studying or working.
[He lives alone in a giant house, and generally doesn't go out of his way to make friends. The latter is a left-over trait that he can't quite get rid of, try as he might. Some traits of the past are harder to return to.]
[More like, Kaede has NO roommates. And, thanks to his parents and grandparents, has a pretty big house for one person. Semi-frequent loneliness is A Thing for him.]
[ Instead of being a smartass over the phone, Bucky simply sets his cell on the kitchen table before getting to his feet, leaving the chair behind. It's a small apartment in Matt's territory. Kind of building where the tenants don't get much scrutiny as long as rent and bills are paid on time. He makes sure his are. Nobody asks questions. It's a good system.
The idiot out on the fire escape (because that's where the window leads) is another matter. Bucky undoes the latch and slides it open, leaving enough room for one Matthew Murdock to get inside without tripping over him. There aren't many furnishings, being a studio and all, but he waits patiently for the younger man to adjust. ]
( matt's hands move, carefully removing the helmet on his head. there's a crack in it--which clearly isn't supposed to be there, given matt's usually careful attention to detail in fights--but he's only human, even if sometimes he doesn't feel it.
there's a wound on the back of his head, not necessarily deep (because, you know, that'd kill him), but it's bleeding out and turning the hair there stiff. honestly, it's a miracle matt hasn't passed out yet, but he'd been thinking of getting here the moment he'd been hit.
[ It's uttered mildly, like an upper east side society maven commenting about the weather. Or the tardiness of a tennis instructor. Something that doesn't quite touch the fabric that separates individuality from the masses. Wounds bleed. He knows that from experience. God, he knows that fact better than the back of his own hands. Hand. ]
Then puke in the sink. I'm going to guide you over there, okay? [ He reaches out slowly with his right, if only because the feel of skin will probably be less jarring than steel and whatever other metals they forged into his bionic limb. And, with the patience of a sniper assassin, he waits until Matt tells him its okay to lead the vigilante over and prop him carefully against the counter. Well within range of his dinky little sink in case vomiting does happen. ]
Honestly, Saya, I'm sure you'd look nice in a suit. Then again, given I'm a blind man...
( his shoulders come up in something like a shrug, but this time matt brings his fist down. ) Maybe it doesn't count.
I'm glad, at least. These suits cost me a fortune. ( smiling, matt murmurs his quiet 'thank you for the meal' before pushing the plate back. ) They don't tell you that in law school.
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There could've been other factors like not eating as much that one night, but I like vodka shots!
It counts a lot. [Saya says softly as he puts the take out box into a bag. He's not sure if Matt heard that. He'd follow it up with something, but anything he comes up with would cross the typical male platonic line (or whatever the hell that line between "homo" and "no homo" is called). Like with virtually all of his thoughts towards men, he keeps it to himself and continues on with a smile.
He grabs a paper towel and dabs the sweat off from cooking...and feeling like Matt can see right through him.
He really is handsome.]
But it all evens out because lawyers make a lot of money, right? Your client is rich so if you win the case, you can have as many nice suits as you want. [To even his own disbelief, Saya tilts his head and winks.] And sake too. You haven't had a sip of yours yet.
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catholichasm) wrote2016-06-19 03:05 pm
TFLN 2016.06.17
@mapledreams
Are your summers not as exciting?
Whee! Also I'm friends with Saya-mun and I'm just squeeing over you guys's threads. :3
OH HEY! yeah oh man the whole matt + saya interaction came out of NOWHERE it's nice to meet you!
It's awesome to meet you, too! :D
Besides, people who drink that much tend to reek of vomit afterward.
And piss like racehorses.
[And Kaede's sense of smell is uncannily keen, much to his daily annoyance.]
kaede seems so cute man ;_;
doesn't take keen senses to know kaede's shaking his head at him on the other side of the screen, though. )
You're smarter than I am.
What's your idea of fun, then?
<3
Sometimes I play video games? Other times, I get a few drinks at a bar and come home with someone.
I'm mostly studying or working.
[He lives alone in a giant house, and generally doesn't go out of his way to make friends. The latter is a left-over trait that he can't quite get rid of, try as he might. Some traits of the past are harder to return to.]
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( but then again, kaede didn't have foggy nelson for a roommate. )
Would you get a few drinks with me, workaholic?
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...Sure, I actually have some free time today.
Is there somewhere you had in mind?
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It's a little hole in the wall with alcohol that burns for cheap.
And don't worry about looking like a fool, all right?
I'll take care of you.
My apologies for my slow! ;A;
[Cue Kaede's face burning bright pink in response to such texts that he deliberately replied like that.]
Ah, whatever. Can you send me the address?
[He wonders what he should wear - not to impress Matt, but so that he doesn't look out of place compared to others. Wherever they're going.]
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It could be a secret lawn.
I'm a little offended you doubt me that much, Barnes.
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[ he knows better. when in his right mind, anyway. ]
My heart bleeds for you.
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Got into another fight tonight. Better answer?
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Yeah, it is. Need help?
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You at home?
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Where are you?
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text --> action
The idiot out on the fire escape (because that's where the window leads) is another matter. Bucky undoes the latch and slides it open, leaving enough room for one Matthew Murdock to get inside without tripping over him. There aren't many furnishings, being a studio and all, but he waits patiently for the younger man to adjust. ]
How bad is it?
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( matt's hands move, carefully removing the helmet on his head. there's a crack in it--which clearly isn't supposed to be there, given matt's usually careful attention to detail in fights--but he's only human, even if sometimes he doesn't feel it.
there's a wound on the back of his head, not necessarily deep (because, you know, that'd kill him), but it's bleeding out and turning the hair there stiff. honestly, it's a miracle matt hasn't passed out yet, but he'd been thinking of getting here the moment he'd been hit.
bucky's place is nearer than claire's. )
I might puke.
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[ It's uttered mildly, like an upper east side society maven commenting about the weather. Or the tardiness of a tennis instructor. Something that doesn't quite touch the fabric that separates individuality from the masses. Wounds bleed. He knows that from experience. God, he knows that fact better than the back of his own hands. Hand. ]
Then puke in the sink. I'm going to guide you over there, okay? [ He reaches out slowly with his right, if only because the feel of skin will probably be less jarring than steel and whatever other metals they forged into his bionic limb. And, with the patience of a
sniperassassin, he waits until Matt tells him its okay to lead the vigilante over and prop him carefully against the counter. Well within range of his dinky little sink in case vomiting does happen. ]Gonna get the kit. Don't move.
@websandquips
Don't tell me he's threatening to tell her about you.
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We can always sue.
( matt's just joking, though. maybe half-joking. )
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Really?
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Christ, you seemed a lot older in the spandex.
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And its not spandex.
@gyaruo
Honestly, Saya, I'm sure you'd look nice in a suit. Then again, given I'm a blind man...
( his shoulders come up in something like a shrug, but this time matt brings his fist down. ) Maybe it doesn't count.
I'm glad, at least. These suits cost me a fortune. ( smiling, matt murmurs his quiet 'thank you for the meal' before pushing the plate back. ) They don't tell you that in law school.
There could've been other factors like not eating as much that one night, but I like vodka shots!
He grabs a paper towel and dabs the sweat off from cooking...and feeling like Matt can see right through him.
He really is handsome.]
But it all evens out because lawyers make a lot of money, right? Your client is rich so if you win the case, you can have as many nice suits as you want. [To even his own disbelief, Saya tilts his head and winks.] And sake too. You haven't had a sip of yours yet.