fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

What are your tastes?

[Because he can't see them, because he wants to know.]

[ She's quiet for a long moment, thinking, ]

Nothing really flashy. Elegant but also practical. I like colors but nothing garish or gaudy. I'd like to paint the walls here. I think I'm allowed to do that. I don't mind white but it's... kinda boring.

Maybe a string lights along the ceiling. Soft ones. Or little paper lanterns. I've always like those.

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I don't see why you wouldn't be able to. You're the one that has to see them.

[He smiles alone on his end of the line.]

Paper lanterns sound nice. What else?

I don't know.

[ But she's grinning, amused he'd be so interested. ]

I'll just have to go walk through some stores, see what takes my fancy. I've never really focused much on decorating.

You won't know until you try. I'd be happy to go with you. Though I must warn you, I'm told I'm the worst to take a long. Because my process of elimination is thorough for myself. If you let me in on your criteria it might take some time.

[All the textures to consider. Weights, and how they balance under weight. How they'll shift. What noises they'll make.]

[ She gives another small, soft laugh. ]

It'll take time either way. I would like the company, though. And if I'm going to be spending money on it, it might as well be worth it.

[ Getting paid regularly by the city was nice but still. She didn't want to waste what she got. ]

Then my consultation skills are all yours.

[As if it were such a simple, easy thing to turn over. Far easier than combat skills.]

Mmm "consultation". Hope you don't plan on charging me...

Free of charge for putting up with me.

[ That gets another soft laugh. ]

Good thing I also like your voice.

I like yours too.

[ She feels her cheeks start to warm a little at that. ]

Is that why you called? Or is that just easier for you?

Don't go thinking texting is hard on me.

[He laughs a little.]

I like the sound of your voice.

Oh, I'm learning a lot about you, Mr. Murdock.

[ He's managing to debunk many of her assumptions and she couldn't be happier about it. ]

And just wait till you hear my singing voice.

A scarce few can say the same. I'm... simple once you figure it all out.

[Which can be damning and true.]

...wait. You mean to tell me that you sing too? What exactly are you unable to do?

Nah, I don't believe that. I think there's a lot more to you than you let on.

[ She's tired and can't really be bothered to censor herself. But she does laugh again, ]

I was joking, I can't sing.

In our lifetime I believe we're many people. People we need to be, people we choose to be.

[Late night philosophy? There is no better time.]

No? Everyone can sing. Most people not very well.

That's...

[ Pretty deep, Mr. Murdock. ]

pretty true.

[ She knows better than most what it's like to put on masks for other people. ]

I'm the rare exception of "can't sing at all".

[He hopes that little statements like this will cushion the blow later. Lying to her, lying period is not easy for him no matter how accomplished he's become.]

I also think we become people who others need us to be.

[His voice drops softer as he nearly loses himself in the thought.]

... I just can't believe that.

I think that happens to a lot of people...

[ Especially if they fall in love with someone else. But best not to think about that after what happened with Bruce. ]

Matty, we've already been down the road of your ability to believe all sorts of things. Need I remind you?

[ Adding, ]

You're just trying to get me to sing.

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I hear tell.

[And have experienced too. Who would he be if Hell's Kitchen didn't have a need for Daredevil? If Matt didn't need Daredevil?]

I'd be happy to demonstrate the ability to sing but not well so go on and tell me if your singing is like that.

[He clears his throat and feels his face warm at his own audacity.]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to flyy all your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.

[ She grins wide at him singing and tries to clap the side of her hand in applause. ]

A Beatles man. See? I continue to learn more and more.

Now and then yes.

[He smiles and sighs.]

I'm not going to Carnegie Hall any time soon.

I think you sound pretty good.

[ Meaning: she's heard worse. ]

How does it compare to yours?

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