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Rose Tyler ([info]by_any_other) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2015-01-18 17:34:00

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Entry tags:matt murdock, rose tyler, zz:status complete

Directory Lookup (Matt)
The City was easier to navigate than she had any right to expect. After a morning spent at the City Library, she'd learned that the most recent phone book on file didn't have any mention of 'The Doctor' or 'John Smith.' She'd expected to feel disappointed. She hadn't expected to feel... lighter. And, when she found no mention of Leonard McCoy, she was surprised again to feel nothing but a gentle regret that wasn't entirely free of satisfaction either.

The next name she'd looked up had been a little easier - Matthew Murdock. She already knew his home address (and how interesting that her name was already in the phone book, too), but the business address was new information. Checking her watch, she decided that it was close enough to lunchtime for her to bring him something. She wasn't exactly the best cook, so she found a Chinese take-out place and stopped there before heading up to the address of the law firm where he worked.

Receptionists. Rose never really knew how to talk with those.

"Uh, I -- I'm just a friend, I don't actually have any appointments, uh. He... He teaches me martial arts forms --" The receptionist was staring at her as if she'd grown two heads. Rose lifted the paper bag with a black-and-white panda on it. "Lunch delivery," she sputtered at last, hoping it worked.



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[info]ablinddevil
2015-01-23 03:17 am UTC (link)
Matt felt the dip the chopsticks had taken when they had met Rose's lips, and he would be lying if he denied that his own heart was fluttering. It had been quite a long time since Mart had allowed himself to become close to someone, especially someone like Rose. Matt denied himself the experience, chalking it up to being overworked in a double life. By day a lawyer defending the poor against the rich, and by night the vigilante crimson hero defending the streets.

But maybe he had been doing himself a disservice. This was a nice feeling.

And at the offer, Matt turned to look down at his container for a moment. A smile found his lips and he nodded, "I'd like that. And how about we abandon this Chinese and go to my place first. We can prepare a picnic, if you want, and have a better lunch on the beach."

He would tell Paulina to hold his calls and take messages. He was going to be out for the day.

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