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⠠⠚⠥⠎⠞⠊⠉⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠎⠥⠍ ⠕⠋ ⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠕⠗⠁⠇ ⠙⠥⠞⠽⠲
Justice is the sum of all moral duty.
⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠎⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠊ ⠁⠍ ⠝⠁⠧⠊⠛⠁⠞⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠺⠑⠃⠎⠊⠞⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠁ ⠎⠉⠗⠑⠑⠝ ⠗⠑⠁⠙⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠞⠥⠃⠃⠕⠗⠝ ⠺⠊⠇⠇ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠑ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠊ ⠁⠍ ⠍⠁⠞⠞ ⠉⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠁ ⠇⠁⠺⠽⠑⠗
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I am Matt. Call me if you need a lawyer.
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How do you go to sleep?
⠦⠠⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠰⠠⠔⠋⠊⠛⠥⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠊⠇⠇ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"When I figure that out I will get back to you."
*Gives you Dog ears and Tail, like kemonomimi*
This will go away in three days
⠦⠠⠏⠑⠗⠋⠑⠉⠞ ⠺⠁⠽ ⠞⠕ ⠑⠝⠙ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠺⠑⠑⠅⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠝⠑⠎⠞⠇⠽⠂ ⠰⠠⠔⠉⠕⠥⠇⠙⠝⠄⠞ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠞⠓⠕⠥⠛⠓⠞ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠃⠑⠞⠞⠑⠗ ⠺⠁⠽ ⠞⠕ ⠑⠝⠙ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠺⠑⠑⠅⠲⠴
"Perfect way to end the week. Honestly, I couldn't have thought of a better way to end this week."
Open RP
Frank groaned as he got up, another night if just dozing off and on. Dozing off for even as little as a half an hour resulted in a nightmare. He grabbed the beer can from the ground beside the couch. It was already open and half gone. He chugged the rest if the room-tempature liquid. He got up and went over to his pull up bar and started a set. Then, after one, he did another. Then another. He kept going until his arms gave out and he dropped to the floor. He grabbed the orange pill bottle he's gotten so used to and chucked a handful of the pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Today was gonna be another long one.
▪︎ Matt knocks on the door to Frank's place.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠖⠴
"Frank!"
Frank stumbles to the door and opens it.
"Wha.... Red? How the fuck did you figure out where I live?"
He smells like alcohol and sweat and it is still morning.
⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠏⠗⠑⠞⠞⠽ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠁⠞ ⠋⠊⠛⠥⠗⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠰⠠⠔⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠲⠴
"I'm pretty good at figuring out where I need to go."
⠦⠠⠍⠁⠽ ⠰⠠⠔⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠊⠝⠦⠴
"May I come in?"
Frank seems to hesitate, but then he sighs and steps back.
"Yeah, Red. C'mon in."
▪︎ Matt steps inside.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠂ ⠝⠕⠺ ⠙⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠊⠝⠙ ⠞⠑⠇⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠍⠑ ⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠽⠕⠥⠦ ⠠⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠅⠁⠽⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Thank you, now do you mind telling me what's going on with you? Are you okay, Frank?"
Frank cracks open another can of beer and sips it.
"What you mean, Red? I'm doin just fine."
He sounds defensive, annoyed to even be asked.
⠦⠠⠔⠋ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠋⠊⠝⠑⠂ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠓⠁⠞⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠋⠊⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠝ ⠁ ⠃⠁⠙ ⠙⠁⠽⠲⠴
"If this is you just fine, I would hate to find you on a bad day."
▪︎ Matt snatches the beer away from him and promptly tossed it in the trash.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠧⠑ ⠓⠁⠙ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓⠲⠴
"You've had enough."
⠦⠠⠝⠕⠺⠂ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠎⠅ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠃⠑⠞⠞⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗ ⠓⠕⠝⠑⠎⠞⠇⠽⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Now, I'm going to ask you again, and you better answer honestly. What is going on, Frank?"
"Hey! The fuck? I payed for that! Fuck off, are you gonna try and lecture me, Red? Tell me I need to repent or some shit?"
He growls a bit in his tone.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠺⠁⠎⠞⠑⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠍⠕⠝⠑⠽ ⠞⠓⠑⠝⠲ ⠠⠕⠃⠧⠊⠕⠥⠎⠇⠽ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠞⠓⠁⠞⠂ ⠎⠕ ⠝⠕⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠁⠍ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠎⠥⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠙⠗⠊⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋ ⠁⠝⠽ ⠉⠇⠕⠎⠑⠗ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠁⠞⠓ ⠞⠓⠁⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠁⠗⠑⠲⠴
"You wasted your money then. Obviously you already know that, so no. I am here to make sure you don't drink yourself any closer to death than you already are."
"Don't act like you know me. Fuck you."
Frank shoves Matt a bit, obviously trying to instigate a fight. The movment opens some sort of wound on Frank, but he doesn't seem to notice.
▪︎ The smell hits Matt immediately, he grabs Frank's arm and pins it behind his back, he then sweeps his feet out from under him and pins him to the ground. He leans down, speaking directly into Frank's ear.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠙⠗⠥⠝⠅ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠓⠥⠗⠞⠂ ⠎⠓⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠋⠥⠉⠅ ⠥⠏ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠇⠑⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠓⠑⠇⠏ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"You're drunk and hurt, shut the fuck up and let me help you."
Frank's struggles are half-assed.
"Fuck.... Fuck you."
He grumbles.
⠦⠠⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠁⠞ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"Right back at you."
▪︎ Matt grumbles, letting out a low whistle to get the lay of the room. He picks Frank up over his shoulder and deposits him on the couch.
⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠕⠧⠑⠲⠴
"Don't move."
▪︎ He goes to grab the first aid kit.
The first aid kit he fonds is about half stocked and everything is just shoved inside haphazardly with no orginization. Frank grumbles a bit, but he doesn't protest. He grabs a can that is by the couch and and swishes it around to see if any beer is left in it, there is probably about two sips left, so he tios it back and drinks it. Who knows how long that has been there.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠂ ⠏⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠕⠺⠝⠖⠴
"Frank, put that down!"
▪︎ Matt fusses and grabs some alcohol patches, followed by gauze, he goes back to Frank and follows his nose to the wound, starting to clean it with the patches.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠁ ⠇⠊⠞⠞⠇⠑⠲⠴
"This is going to burn a little."
The wound he found wasn't shallow, per say, but compared to an actual knife or gunshit wound it was. When his fingers trailed over the area the indents were in a lopsided lattice pattern, definitely not a fighting wound. Frank grumbles, but seems like he isn't sure what to say, his heart rate going up.
▪︎ Matt exchanges the patch for the gauze and wraps Frank's wounds up.
⠴⠲⠲⠲ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠂ ⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠓⠁⠏⠏⠑⠝⠑⠙⠦⠴
"... Frank, what happened?"
"None of your damn business, red."
His voice doesn't carry the usual bite to it.
⠦⠠⠔⠞⠄⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠊⠞ ⠊⠎ ⠁⠇⠇ ⠕⠋ ⠍⠽ ⠃⠥⠎⠊⠝⠑⠎⠎ ⠊⠋ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠓⠥⠗⠞⠊⠝⠛ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴
"It's Matt. And it is all of my business if you're hurting yourself."
"Don't fuckin.... Don't fuckin use that tone. I'm not a fuckin headcase. I'm a man, I can deal with my own shit, Matt."
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠑⠝ ⠍⠁⠝ ⠥⠏ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠑⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝⠲ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠙⠍⠕⠝⠊⠎⠓ ⠽⠕⠥⠲ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠓⠑⠇⠏⠂ ⠎⠕ ⠇⠑⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠓⠑⠇⠏⠲⠴
"Then man up and tell me what's going on. I'm not here to admonish you. I'm here to help, so let me help."
Matt: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Foggy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Matt: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Foggy: Is it working?
...I have an idea.
...MATT!
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠇⠇⠑⠙⠦⠴
"You called?"
Get in bed. We're cuddling. I'll make popcorn.
⠦⠠⠉⠥⠙⠙⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠕⠏⠉⠕⠗⠝⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠊⠙ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠎⠑⠗⠧⠑ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠦⠴
"Cuddling and popcorn? What did I do to deserve this?"
▪︎ Matt smiles and heads off to bed.
*Matt heard an evil little chuckle behind him followed by the beeping of microwave buttons being pressed*
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠁⠝ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗⠖⠴
"That's not an answer!"
▪︎ Matt leaves a corner of the blankets open for Foggy to join him.
*roughly 3.5 minutes later, Foggy climbed in with a large bowl, setting the bowl between the two of them*
▪︎ Matt grabs a piece of popcorn, tosses it in the air, and catches it in his mouth.
*Foggy attempt to reciprocate but it falls directly on his closed eyelid. He picks it up and manually puts it in his mouth*
▪︎ Matt smiles, grabbing another piece and tossing it into his mouth.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠎⠓⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠞⠗⠽ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠲⠴
"You should try again."
*He playfully rolled his eyes*
What? So I can embarrass myself again? Go on, get your camera out.
*he picked up another piece and attempted it again, catching it before turning to Matt with a "look what I just did" grin, pumping one fist in the air*
⠦⠠⠉⠁⠍⠑⠗⠁⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠙⠕ ⠍⠥⠉⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠛⠕ ⠑⠁⠎⠽ ⠕⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠧⠑ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠲⠴
"Cameras don't do much for me. Go easy on yourself, you've got this."
▪︎ Matt turns and watches him go again, smiling from ear to ear when he makes it.
⠦⠠⠔ ⠅⠝⠑⠺ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲⠴
"I knew you could do it."
*He snickered, leaning into Matt's side*
▪︎ Matt wraps an arm around Foggy, holding him close.
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Open RP
Frank groaned as he got up, another night if just dozing off and on. Dozing off for even as little as a half an hour resulted in a nightmare. He grabbed the beer can from the ground beside the couch. It was already open and half gone. He chugged the rest if the room-tempature liquid. He got up and went over to his pull up bar and started a set. Then, after one, he did another. Then another. He kept going until his arms gave out and he dropped to the floor. He grabbed the orange pill bottle he's gotten so used to and chucked a handful of the pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Today was gonna be another long one.
▪︎ Matt knocks on the door to Frank's place.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠖⠴
"Frank!"
Frank stumbles to the door and opens it.
"Wha.... Red? How the fuck did you figure out where I live?"
He smells like alcohol and sweat and it is still morning.
⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠏⠗⠑⠞⠞⠽ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠁⠞ ⠋⠊⠛⠥⠗⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠰⠠⠔⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠲⠴
"I'm pretty good at figuring out where I need to go."
⠦⠠⠍⠁⠽ ⠰⠠⠔⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠊⠝⠦⠴
"May I come in?"
Frank seems to hesitate, but then he sighs and steps back.
"Yeah, Red. C'mon in."
▪︎ Matt steps inside.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠂ ⠝⠕⠺ ⠙⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠊⠝⠙ ⠞⠑⠇⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠍⠑ ⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠽⠕⠥⠦ ⠠⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠅⠁⠽⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Thank you, now do you mind telling me what's going on with you? Are you okay, Frank?"
Frank cracks open another can of beer and sips it.
"What you mean, Red? I'm doin just fine."
He sounds defensive, annoyed to even be asked.
⠦⠠⠔⠋ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠋⠊⠝⠑⠂ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠓⠁⠞⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠋⠊⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠝ ⠁ ⠃⠁⠙ ⠙⠁⠽⠲⠴
"If this is you just fine, I would hate to find you on a bad day."
▪︎ Matt snatches the beer away from him and promptly tossed it in the trash.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠧⠑ ⠓⠁⠙ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓⠲⠴
"You've had enough."
⠦⠠⠝⠕⠺⠂ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠎⠅ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠃⠑⠞⠞⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗ ⠓⠕⠝⠑⠎⠞⠇⠽⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Now, I'm going to ask you again, and you better answer honestly. What is going on, Frank?"
"Hey! The fuck? I payed for that! Fuck off, are you gonna try and lecture me, Red? Tell me I need to repent or some shit?"
He growls a bit in his tone.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠺⠁⠎⠞⠑⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠍⠕⠝⠑⠽ ⠞⠓⠑⠝⠲ ⠠⠕⠃⠧⠊⠕⠥⠎⠇⠽ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠞⠓⠁⠞⠂ ⠎⠕ ⠝⠕⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠁⠍ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠎⠥⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠙⠗⠊⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋ ⠁⠝⠽ ⠉⠇⠕⠎⠑⠗ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠁⠞⠓ ⠞⠓⠁⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠁⠗⠑⠲⠴
"You wasted your money then. Obviously you already know that, so no. I am here to make sure you don't drink yourself any closer to death than you already are."
"Don't act like you know me. Fuck you."
Frank shoves Matt a bit, obviously trying to instigate a fight. The movment opens some sort of wound on Frank, but he doesn't seem to notice.
▪︎ The smell hits Matt immediately, he grabs Frank's arm and pins it behind his back, he then sweeps his feet out from under him and pins him to the ground. He leans down, speaking directly into Frank's ear.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠙⠗⠥⠝⠅ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠓⠥⠗⠞⠂ ⠎⠓⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠋⠥⠉⠅ ⠥⠏ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠇⠑⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠓⠑⠇⠏ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"You're drunk and hurt, shut the fuck up and let me help you."
Frank's struggles are half-assed.
"Fuck.... Fuck you."
He grumbles.
⠦⠠⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠁⠞ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"Right back at you."
▪︎ Matt grumbles, letting out a low whistle to get the lay of the room. He picks Frank up over his shoulder and deposits him on the couch.
⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠕⠧⠑⠲⠴
"Don't move."
▪︎ He goes to grab the first aid kit.
The first aid kit he fonds is about half stocked and everything is just shoved inside haphazardly with no orginization. Frank grumbles a bit, but he doesn't protest. He grabs a can that is by the couch and and swishes it around to see if any beer is left in it, there is probably about two sips left, so he tios it back and drinks it. Who knows how long that has been there.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠂ ⠏⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠕⠺⠝⠖⠴
"Frank, put that down!"
▪︎ Matt fusses and grabs some alcohol patches, followed by gauze, he goes back to Frank and follows his nose to the wound, starting to clean it with the patches.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠁ ⠇⠊⠞⠞⠇⠑⠲⠴
"This is going to burn a little."
The wound he found wasn't shallow, per say, but compared to an actual knife or gunshit wound it was. When his fingers trailed over the area the indents were in a lopsided lattice pattern, definitely not a fighting wound. Frank grumbles, but seems like he isn't sure what to say, his heart rate going up.
▪︎ Matt exchanges the patch for the gauze and wraps Frank's wounds up.
⠴⠲⠲⠲ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠂ ⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠓⠁⠏⠏⠑⠝⠑⠙⠦⠴
"... Frank, what happened?"
"None of your damn business, red."
His voice doesn't carry the usual bite to it.
⠦⠠⠔⠞⠄⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠊⠞ ⠊⠎ ⠁⠇⠇ ⠕⠋ ⠍⠽ ⠃⠥⠎⠊⠝⠑⠎⠎ ⠊⠋ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠓⠥⠗⠞⠊⠝⠛ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴
"It's Matt. And it is all of my business if you're hurting yourself."
Matt: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Foggy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Matt: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Foggy: Is it working?
...I have an idea.
...MATT!
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠇⠇⠑⠙⠦⠴
"You called?"
Get in bed. We're cuddling. I'll make popcorn.
⠦⠠⠉⠥⠙⠙⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠕⠏⠉⠕⠗⠝⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠊⠙ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠎⠑⠗⠧⠑ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠦⠴
"Cuddling and popcorn? What did I do to deserve this?"
▪︎ Matt smiles and heads off to bed.
*Matt heard an evil little chuckle behind him followed by the beeping of microwave buttons being pressed*
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠁⠝ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗⠖⠴
"That's not an answer!"
▪︎ Matt leaves a corner of the blankets open for Foggy to join him.
*roughly 3.5 minutes later, Foggy climbed in with a large bowl, setting the bowl between the two of them*
▪︎ Matt grabs a piece of popcorn, tosses it in the air, and catches it in his mouth.
*Foggy attempt to reciprocate but it falls directly on his closed eyelid. He picks it up and manually puts it in his mouth*
▪︎ Matt smiles, grabbing another piece and tossing it into his mouth.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠎⠓⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠞⠗⠽ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠲⠴
"You should try again."
*He playfully rolled his eyes*
What? So I can embarrass myself again? Go on, get your camera out.
*he picked up another piece and attempted it again, catching it before turning to Matt with a "look what I just did" grin, pumping one fist in the air*
⠦⠠⠉⠁⠍⠑⠗⠁⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠙⠕ ⠍⠥⠉⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠛⠕ ⠑⠁⠎⠽ ⠕⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠧⠑ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠲⠴
"Cameras don't do much for me. Go easy on yourself, you've got this."
▪︎ Matt turns and watches him go again, smiling from ear to ear when he makes it.
⠦⠠⠔ ⠅⠝⠑⠺ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲⠴
"I knew you could do it."
Open RP
Frank groaned as he got up, another night if just dozing off and on. Dozing off for even as little as a half an hour resulted in a nightmare. He grabbed the beer can from the ground beside the couch. It was already open and half gone. He chugged the rest if the room-tempature liquid. He got up and went over to his pull up bar and started a set. Then, after one, he did another. Then another. He kept going until his arms gave out and he dropped to the floor. He grabbed the orange pill bottle he's gotten so used to and chucked a handful of the pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Today was gonna be another long one.
▪︎ Matt knocks on the door to Frank's place.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠖⠴
"Frank!"
Frank stumbles to the door and opens it.
"Wha.... Red? How the fuck did you figure out where I live?"
He smells like alcohol and sweat and it is still morning.
⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠏⠗⠑⠞⠞⠽ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠁⠞ ⠋⠊⠛⠥⠗⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠰⠠⠔⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠲⠴
"I'm pretty good at figuring out where I need to go."
⠦⠠⠍⠁⠽ ⠰⠠⠔⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠊⠝⠦⠴
"May I come in?"
Frank seems to hesitate, but then he sighs and steps back.
"Yeah, Red. C'mon in."
▪︎ Matt steps inside.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠂ ⠝⠕⠺ ⠙⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠊⠝⠙ ⠞⠑⠇⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠍⠑ ⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠽⠕⠥⠦ ⠠⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠅⠁⠽⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Thank you, now do you mind telling me what's going on with you? Are you okay, Frank?"
Frank cracks open another can of beer and sips it.
"What you mean, Red? I'm doin just fine."
He sounds defensive, annoyed to even be asked.
⠦⠠⠔⠋ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠋⠊⠝⠑⠂ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠓⠁⠞⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠋⠊⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠝ ⠁ ⠃⠁⠙ ⠙⠁⠽⠲⠴
"If this is you just fine, I would hate to find you on a bad day."
▪︎ Matt snatches the beer away from him and promptly tossed it in the trash.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠧⠑ ⠓⠁⠙ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓⠲⠴
"You've had enough."
⠦⠠⠝⠕⠺⠂ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠎⠅ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠃⠑⠞⠞⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗ ⠓⠕⠝⠑⠎⠞⠇⠽⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Now, I'm going to ask you again, and you better answer honestly. What is going on, Frank?"
"Hey! The fuck? I payed for that! Fuck off, are you gonna try and lecture me, Red? Tell me I need to repent or some shit?"
He growls a bit in his tone.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠺⠁⠎⠞⠑⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠍⠕⠝⠑⠽ ⠞⠓⠑⠝⠲ ⠠⠕⠃⠧⠊⠕⠥⠎⠇⠽ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠞⠓⠁⠞⠂ ⠎⠕ ⠝⠕⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠁⠍ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠎⠥⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠙⠗⠊⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋ ⠁⠝⠽ ⠉⠇⠕⠎⠑⠗ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠁⠞⠓ ⠞⠓⠁⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠁⠗⠑⠲⠴
"You wasted your money then. Obviously you already know that, so no. I am here to make sure you don't drink yourself any closer to death than you already are."
"Don't act like you know me. Fuck you."
Frank shoves Matt a bit, obviously trying to instigate a fight. The movment opens some sort of wound on Frank, but he doesn't seem to notice.
▪︎ The smell hits Matt immediately, he grabs Frank's arm and pins it behind his back, he then sweeps his feet out from under him and pins him to the ground. He leans down, speaking directly into Frank's ear.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠙⠗⠥⠝⠅ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠓⠥⠗⠞⠂ ⠎⠓⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠋⠥⠉⠅ ⠥⠏ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠇⠑⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠓⠑⠇⠏ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"You're drunk and hurt, shut the fuck up and let me help you."
Frank's struggles are half-assed.
"Fuck.... Fuck you."
He grumbles.
⠦⠠⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠁⠞ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"Right back at you."
▪︎ Matt grumbles, letting out a low whistle to get the lay of the room. He picks Frank up over his shoulder and deposits him on the couch.
⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠕⠧⠑⠲⠴
"Don't move."
▪︎ He goes to grab the first aid kit.
The first aid kit he fonds is about half stocked and everything is just shoved inside haphazardly with no orginization. Frank grumbles a bit, but he doesn't protest. He grabs a can that is by the couch and and swishes it around to see if any beer is left in it, there is probably about two sips left, so he tios it back and drinks it. Who knows how long that has been there.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠂ ⠏⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠕⠺⠝⠖⠴
"Frank, put that down!"
▪︎ Matt fusses and grabs some alcohol patches, followed by gauze, he goes back to Frank and follows his nose to the wound, starting to clean it with the patches.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠁ ⠇⠊⠞⠞⠇⠑⠲⠴
"This is going to burn a little."
The wound he found wasn't shallow, per say, but compared to an actual knife or gunshit wound it was. When his fingers trailed over the area the indents were in a lopsided lattice pattern, definitely not a fighting wound. Frank grumbles, but seems like he isn't sure what to say, his heart rate going up.
▪︎ Matt exchanges the patch for the gauze and wraps Frank's wounds up.
⠴⠲⠲⠲ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠂ ⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠓⠁⠏⠏⠑⠝⠑⠙⠦⠴
"... Frank, what happened?"
Matt: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Foggy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Matt: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Foggy: Is it working?
...I have an idea.
...MATT!
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠇⠇⠑⠙⠦⠴
"You called?"
Get in bed. We're cuddling. I'll make popcorn.
⠦⠠⠉⠥⠙⠙⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠕⠏⠉⠕⠗⠝⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠊⠙ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠎⠑⠗⠧⠑ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠦⠴
"Cuddling and popcorn? What did I do to deserve this?"
▪︎ Matt smiles and heads off to bed.
*Matt heard an evil little chuckle behind him followed by the beeping of microwave buttons being pressed*
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠁⠝ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗⠖⠴
"That's not an answer!"
▪︎ Matt leaves a corner of the blankets open for Foggy to join him.
*roughly 3.5 minutes later, Foggy climbed in with a large bowl, setting the bowl between the two of them*
▪︎ Matt grabs a piece of popcorn, tosses it in the air, and catches it in his mouth.
*Foggy attempt to reciprocate but it falls directly on his closed eyelid. He picks it up and manually puts it in his mouth*
▪︎ Matt smiles, grabbing another piece and tossing it into his mouth.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠎⠓⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠞⠗⠽ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠲⠴
"You should try again."
Matt: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Foggy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Matt: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Foggy: Is it working?
...I have an idea.
...MATT!
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠇⠇⠑⠙⠦⠴
"You called?"
Get in bed. We're cuddling. I'll make popcorn.
⠦⠠⠉⠥⠙⠙⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠕⠏⠉⠕⠗⠝⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠊⠙ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠎⠑⠗⠧⠑ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠦⠴
"Cuddling and popcorn? What did I do to deserve this?"
▪︎ Matt smiles and heads off to bed.
*Matt heard an evil little chuckle behind him followed by the beeping of microwave buttons being pressed*
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠁⠝ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗⠖⠴
"That's not an answer!"
▪︎ Matt leaves a corner of the blankets open for Foggy to join him.
*roughly 3.5 minutes later, Foggy climbed in with a large bowl, setting the bowl between the two of them*
▪︎ Matt grabs a piece of popcorn, tosses it in the air, and catches it in his mouth.
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⠦⠠⠽⠑⠎⠲⠴
"Yes."
Matt: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Foggy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Matt: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Foggy: Is it working?
...I have an idea.
...MATT!
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠇⠇⠑⠙⠦⠴
"You called?"
Get in bed. We're cuddling. I'll make popcorn.
⠦⠠⠉⠥⠙⠙⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠕⠏⠉⠕⠗⠝⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠙⠊⠙ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠎⠑⠗⠧⠑ ⠞⠓⠊⠎⠦⠴
"Cuddling and popcorn? What did I do to deserve this?"
▪︎ Matt smiles and heads off to bed.
*Matt heard an evil little chuckle behind him followed by the beeping of microwave buttons being pressed*
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠁⠝ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗⠖⠴
"That's not an answer!"
▪︎ Matt leaves a corner of the blankets open for Foggy to join him.
Open RP
Frank groaned as he got up, another night if just dozing off and on. Dozing off for even as little as a half an hour resulted in a nightmare. He grabbed the beer can from the ground beside the couch. It was already open and half gone. He chugged the rest if the room-tempature liquid. He got up and went over to his pull up bar and started a set. Then, after one, he did another. Then another. He kept going until his arms gave out and he dropped to the floor. He grabbed the orange pill bottle he's gotten so used to and chucked a handful of the pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Today was gonna be another long one.
▪︎ Matt knocks on the door to Frank's place.
⠦⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠖⠴
"Frank!"
Frank stumbles to the door and opens it.
"Wha.... Red? How the fuck did you figure out where I live?"
He smells like alcohol and sweat and it is still morning.
⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠏⠗⠑⠞⠞⠽ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠁⠞ ⠋⠊⠛⠥⠗⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠰⠠⠔⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠲⠴
"I'm pretty good at figuring out where I need to go."
⠦⠠⠍⠁⠽ ⠰⠠⠔⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠊⠝⠦⠴
"May I come in?"
Frank seems to hesitate, but then he sighs and steps back.
"Yeah, Red. C'mon in."
▪︎ Matt steps inside.
⠦⠠⠞⠓⠁⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠂ ⠝⠕⠺ ⠙⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠊⠝⠙ ⠞⠑⠇⠇⠊⠝⠛ ⠍⠑ ⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠽⠕⠥⠦ ⠠⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠅⠁⠽⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Thank you, now do you mind telling me what's going on with you? Are you okay, Frank?"
Frank cracks open another can of beer and sips it.
"What you mean, Red? I'm doin just fine."
He sounds defensive, annoyed to even be asked.
⠦⠠⠔⠋ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠋⠊⠝⠑⠂ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠓⠁⠞⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠋⠊⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠝ ⠁ ⠃⠁⠙ ⠙⠁⠽⠲⠴
"If this is you just fine, I would hate to find you on a bad day."
▪︎ Matt snatches the beer away from him and promptly tossed it in the trash.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠧⠑ ⠓⠁⠙ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓⠲⠴
"You've had enough."
⠦⠠⠝⠕⠺⠂ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠎⠅ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠛⠁⠊⠝⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠃⠑⠞⠞⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠎⠺⠑⠗ ⠓⠕⠝⠑⠎⠞⠇⠽⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞ ⠊⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠕⠝⠂ ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅⠦⠴
"Now, I'm going to ask you again, and you better answer honestly. What is going on, Frank?"
"Hey! The fuck? I payed for that! Fuck off, are you gonna try and lecture me, Red? Tell me I need to repent or some shit?"
He growls a bit in his tone.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠺⠁⠎⠞⠑⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠍⠕⠝⠑⠽ ⠞⠓⠑⠝⠲ ⠠⠕⠃⠧⠊⠕⠥⠎⠇⠽ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠞⠓⠁⠞⠂ ⠎⠕ ⠝⠕⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠁⠍ ⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠎⠥⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠙⠗⠊⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋ ⠁⠝⠽ ⠉⠇⠕⠎⠑⠗ ⠞⠕ ⠙⠑⠁⠞⠓ ⠞⠓⠁⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠑⠁⠙⠽ ⠁⠗⠑⠲⠴
"You wasted your money then. Obviously you already know that, so no. I am here to make sure you don't drink yourself any closer to death than you already are."
"Don't act like you know me. Fuck you."
Frank shoves Matt a bit, obviously trying to instigate a fight. The movment opens some sort of wound on Frank, but he doesn't seem to notice.
▪︎ The smell hits Matt immediately, he grabs Frank's arm and pins it behind his back, he then sweeps his feet out from under him and pins him to the ground. He leans down, speaking directly into Frank's ear.
⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠙⠗⠥⠝⠅ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠓⠥⠗⠞⠂ ⠎⠓⠥⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠋⠥⠉⠅ ⠥⠏ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠇⠑⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠓⠑⠇⠏ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴
"You're drunk and hurt, shut the fuck up and let me help you."
Frank's struggles are half-assed.
"Fuck.... Fuck you."
He grumbles.
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"Right back at you."
▪︎ Matt grumbles, letting out a low whistle to get the lay of the room. He picks Frank up over his shoulder and deposits him on the couch.
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"Don't move."
▪︎ He goes to grab the first aid kit.
The first aid kit he fonds is about half stocked and everything is just shoved inside haphazardly with no orginization. Frank grumbles a bit, but he doesn't protest. He grabs a can that is by the couch and and swishes it around to see if any beer is left in it, there is probably about two sips left, so he tios it back and drinks it. Who knows how long that has been there.
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"Frank, put that down!"
▪︎ Matt fusses and grabs some alcohol patches, followed by gauze, he goes back to Frank and follows his nose to the wound, starting to clean it with the patches.
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"This is going to burn a little."
Matt: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Foggy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Matt: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Foggy: Is it working?
...I have an idea.
...MATT!
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"You called?"
Get in bed. We're cuddling. I'll make popcorn.
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"Cuddling and popcorn? What did I do to deserve this?"
▪︎ Matt smiles and heads off to bed.
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"Had a feeling this would come back to bite me in the ass."
▪︎ Matt fumbles with the knot, trying to untie the leash.
"Wait so do you like musicals."
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▪︎ Matt pauses, as if realizing something about himself for the first time, then he nods.
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"Yes, I do."
