( closed ) blind ninja meets whatever it is she is

[fogwells]

who: Matt Murdock & Jessica Jones
what: Super cool neighbors have a super friendly meeting!
when: August
where: Floor 9 of community housing
warnings: None, of course, absolutely nothing can go wrong!

[ He'd check to find out if Foggy and Karen were here, if they'd somehow been displaced like he was. Finding no hint of them, he wasn't sure whether to take it as something of relief or not. Not knowing enough about this place, it was hard to tell whether it was safer or more dangerous than Hell's Kitchen. Whichever was the worst, Matt didn't like not being with them to protect them.

The day had already been long, but it was just the beginning of his research, deciding to take it all one step at a time — all as Matt Murdock, and Matt Murdock alone.

Cane clutched in hand, he makes his way down the hallway of his floor, tapping at the ground in front of him. There's no need for it, not with his senses alerting him well of his surroundings, but he senses movement behind some of the doors to the other room. One in particular is about to be opened, sensing it in the way that feet tap across the floor, closer and closer.

When it opens, there's a woman there, practically his own height, with a heavy air about her.

Matt tilts his head up, facing her general direction, making sure not to look directly at her before shifting into a smile. ] Hi. You must be my neightbor.

Comments

[hardedged]

[ jessica hasn't seen the piece of fabric in over a month, considering how she purposely concealed it. the article reminded her too much of his absence, sparked painful visions of the future from which she wanted to escape.

however, observing him wearing the scarf now — it's an apt visual. it suits him perfectly. ]

You still look like an asshole.

[ she comments, in a desperate attempt to suppress the surge of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. rising from the mattress, she sits up and gathers the comforter around her slender frame. shit, she fell asleep with him. not for the first time either.

after a pause, her peripheral vision notes the two cups of hot chocolate on the night table. ]

That better be booze.

[fogwells]

[ Matt sometimes finds comfort, safety, in familiarity. When she mutters an old phrase that links almost exclusively to her, the edges of his lips curve into a soft rise, with a sigh that leaves him oddly relaxed in her presence.

He shifts on the mattress, scooting away a few inches to give her room to sit up, not rushing her in her gradual process to wake. ]

No, not booze. [ He doesn't doubt she's already preparing for a rejection, but he tries to continue fast. ] Gives a surprisingly better kick. Plus, it's a bit more appropriate for the occasion.

[hardedged]

[ with a soft groan, jess pulls herself up, sitting against the headboard. then, she reaches over, grasping the nearest mug before taking a sip. it's delicious. for what it's worth, murdock knows his way around a kitchen. more than she does, at least. ]

Could use some whiskey. [ a beat of silence. ] But it's not half bad.