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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[investigador]

Hi there, Matt. I am calling to ask you out on a date. Let me know when you have some free time, and we can plan something.

Hope the world is treating you well today!

[investigador]

[She can feel how he is reacting to her movements, and reactions. It's intoxicating, and making her drunk on the power of it all. Karen wants to get more of those reactions, needs to get more of a taste of him, and how she makes him feel. Now that her arms are wrapped around his neck, pressing her tits against his hard chest; her hips still rocking, and grinding hard against him.

His exclamation makes her jump a little against him; gasping in surprise before she starts to kiss along his cheek, and then back behind his ear.

His grip on her hips is very hard, and intense; Karen likes the pain that it causes, and is happy that it will leave marks that she can look at tomorrow; remembering this day when she looks in the mirror.]

That's all I ever wanted to do. To make you feel good...[She managed to pant out as she spoke close to his ear. Each warm breath gets puffed out against the shell of it,

Then, suddenly, he has her on her back underneath him. Reading her mind, he grips behind her knees, and pushes them backward. It makes her moan out his name, the skin under his hand gets warmer, and the skin prickles. There is a hitch to her breathing; then she is clenching onto his thigh, as he pushes her into place.]

You read my mind...[Her voice quavered, and trembled as her breathing trembled with each breath in, and out. There was an eagerness to her words, and a bit of a thrill as well.] Fuck me, slow, hard, and deep...I want to not be able to walk for a week!

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[investigador]

Dear Matt:

I would like to formally invite you to an impromptu thanksgiving dinner at my home. Everything is already made, but please bring any alcohol that you might like to drink. It is at 7 pm sharp, Sunday evening.

I cannot wait to see you.

Love,
Karen

http://eudiolog.dreamwidth.org/259568.html

[juststeverogers]

"Hello, Matt? It's Steve. Steve Rogers?"

Someone's a bit wheezy. Must have just come home up those stairs.

I hope you had a happy holiday. Are you still up for bible study? It's okay if not--I just..Well. I could use a Good Word or two.

[clairetemple_rn]

Hi Matt, It's Claire.

I know we haven't spoken in a long time...but I thought I would check in on you. I guess that armor is doing its job, huh? Despite what I told you, I do miss you. I'll understand if you don't call me back.

Just know that I will be there for you. Not only to patch you up, but to talk.

My window can be open, with enough notice.

Take Care. [call ends]

( eudio voicemail )

[curled]

Hello! You're quite the lucky man. Though it took me just a bit longer than I expected, I've been able to concoct a sleeping draught that works rather well, in my own opinion. I can drop them off at any time you're available with only the small stipulation you do tell me how it works for you.

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[undersexed]

Hey, I'm the one from the Network who told you to go check out some classical music when you can't sleep? Thought I'd leave a message for you this time instead of text.

I... I really liked our conversation and I hope you're able to get some sleep. I'm heading back home so if I don't hear back from you before I go, try not to jam out too much to all that jazz, okay?

[ /click ]

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[chernyy]

Fight club was very satisfying JSYK.

And if you're still awake.

text; eudio

[1908]

Fancy a drink?

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[nineteenfortyfive]

How do you feel about horses?

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[chernyy]

I got an invite to some parties. Wanna come with?

voice ; let me know if this isn't okay! }

[prosecutorial]

Hey, Matt, it's Laurel Lance. I have a business proposition for you and was wondering if you'd like to discuss it, perhaps over a cup of coffee? I'll buy. Just give me a call back and let me know."

[ text; un: barton ]

[arcum]

Name. Job. Intentions with my partner. Past felonies. If you lie to me it will not be fun.

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[chernyy]

Hey. When are you going to be home tonight?

action /backdated like hella

[chernyy]

[ It had been an emotional forty-eight hours between the two of them. She could tell her leaving was going to be hard for him but he had been very accepting of her decision. As well as agree to join her in making a family.

It was surreal, knowing all that as she packed, feeling the weight of it all in her heart. She kept pausing slightly and taking in deep breaths, trying to ease some of that weight. She's said her goodbyes to the others and now Matt and Ripley would be seeing her off at the station.

After she's done - there's not much since she's planning on coming back - she gets down on her hands and knees and pulls out a box from under the bed. About the size of a shoebox, she brings it into the living room and sets it on the coffee table. ]

This is for you to open after you get back.

my icons are shit and i've only ever played frank with a karen but let's go

[retributivejustice]

(Frank isn't far from Matt's apartment. Matt probably knows it. Frank used to think it was freaky, but then he saw a lot freakier things. The whole sky opened up, of course there's a guy who can hear his heartbeat.

And something about that makes him feel terribly warm inside.

He stands outside the door. Sends a text.)

Is it unlocked?

[retributivejustice]

(His voice has a playful inflection, almost a giggle escaping his lips and lungs.)

Why don't you come find out, I think you'll like it either way.

(If these words between them was any indication of what was to come, then someone was going to end up hurt.)