Hello, hello, hello.

[fightlikehell]

"Hello, you've reached the personal voice mailbox of---" "Matt Murdock." "---Please leave a message after the tone!"

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[retributivejustice]

Thaw out.

(He repeats him, and the cone of his voice is pointed away from Matt's face. But then he remembers eye contact is possible with Matt, because Matt won't return it. Frank takes a second to glance up at those brown eyes and he blinks a few times. Wow.)

You're a bit forward there, Red.

[fightlikehell]

[Matt's home is not much to look at. Big if not rather empty and boring. He blinks softly and tilts his head to the couch.]

Too forward?

[Well, he is the least dress person in this room. He tries not to feel bashful about it. Heat still rises on his cheeks and ears. At least it's not going all the way down his neck and chest.]

[retributivejustice]

I came here t'see you. And I'm seein' you. A lot of you.

(If Matt can sense the smallest of smiles in voices, he'll know Frank's mouth is curving around those words. Kind of a mischievous smile, the kind he always seems to have.)

Nice couch.

(That's definitely sarcasm. He leans down on one knee to unlace his boots and toe them off before crossing over to the ugly couch.)

[fightlikehell]

[A lot, yes. That was what was promised. And he can hear Frank's heart beating, the way his lips move as he speaks. Matt starts to close the distance, moving a little like he would in those red pajamas, cautious and light on his feet. There isn't any clear threat here. Nerves and anticipation.]

Are you gonna punch me in the face if I touch you first?