"D i n g - d i n g ;
let's go a g a i n ."
-Not new to the character/ RP
-Post DD S3/NWH
-Crossovers welcome
-Looking for my other Defenders
-Mirrored Descriptive
Help a guy out; RT
boy with a bloodied nose, boy with purple-green knuckles. boy that knows how to fight, how to bend, how to break. boy that always gets back up. boy that doesn't know when to stay down. boy that lives with knives in his hands. boy with a countdown, a deadline, a shelf-life.
@PARTNERlNLAW More than weak, that was usually 𝙝𝙞𝙨 lie—and worked about as well coming from her as it always had coming from him.
I.e., not at all.
He stayed where he was while she moved away. Giving her space.
"You were here late again, huh."
More a quiet confirmation than a question.
@PARTNERlNLAW A little late for that.
"Hey."
It's silent for a beat save for her jittery heart and the clacking of keys; the coffee in the corner nook is burnt around the bottom of the pot, the scent of it hanging strong in the air...especially near her.
Matt's face falls.
A hand snaps up, catches Frank by the wrist on a reflex.
"...Sounds painful." Not like Matt would 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, or anything.
"Maybe you should rethink wearing a mask? I could lend one o' my old ones."
˝if i was oglin', i'd look at y' different.˝ reaching out. flicking at his forehead.
˝it's hard not to look when all that golden shit is so obnoxious, it's burnin' my eyes right out.˝