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“It’s fine, it’s fine...” Foggy assured her. He was slightly (okay, very) distracted anyway, but with good reason. He had a lot on his mind. Nelson and Murdock going under along with his relationship with his best friend, and most recently, the job interview. 

“Have you heard anything?”

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“Sorry I’m late,” came out in a whisper as she sat by his side at the bar. Not Josie’s, thank God – she couldn’t stand the place, especially not after what had just happened.

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“Matt...” He didn’t bother with the whole “keeping a secret identity” thing. There was a real chance that this would be the last time they would be together, be able to talk to each other, now was not the time for pretenses. Luckily, Matt couldn’t see from his face how much he was hurting He smiled up at him, trying to put as much optimism in his voice as possible. “You’ll be okay, Matt. You’ll be fine. Whatever happens.”

Foggy tried to move to a sitting position, but couldn’t manage it, lying back down with a pained groan. His hand was covering the stab wound, courtesy of a man who didn’t want him to continue with one of his cases. There was so much blood.

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Protective sentence starters

“I wont let anything happen to you.”

“Get behind me.”

“I would die for you.”

“I’ve got you.”

“I wont let them hurt you.”

“Tell me who hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them!”

“I’m here for you, always.”

“Sit down, tell me what happened.”

“Take my hand, I got you.”

“C’mere, gimme a hug.”

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My muse’s memories were erased during an experiment. What does your character do to make mine remember them?

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FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES.

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IC CAH

password: murdick

Come join me and @salonblowovt!

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“It is.” Matt could probably hear the smile in the other lawyer’s voice. “Weird, isn’t it? What possible reason would there be cake here?” He wanted Matt to acknowledge his birthday first. The guy might have even forgotten that it was today.

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Foggy was waiting for Matt when he got in the office, a small box in his pocket, the cake in the box on his desk. When Matt arrived, he smiled. “Good to know that you could make it in on this perfectly ordinary, nothing  special day.”

“Well, I do work here. Is that…” His head tilted. “Is that cake I smell?”

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Hello everyone who stayed with me through my unannounced  mini-hiatus.

I love you all.

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Me: I’m totally independent, I don’t need anyone’s help

Also me:

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Flash Giveaway!

I ended up with a canvas I don’t need, so it’s a painting giveaway!

Ending at 11 est, everyone who likes/replies/reboots this post will be entered to win a physical painting of your choice done by me!

Only rule is you have to be willing to give me an address to send it to (I’m going to be mailing it and need something to put on the package, I promise I won’t use it for anything else.)

Good luck!

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Reblog if you rp on Skype.

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Foggy tried to move to a sitting position, but couldn’t manage it, lying back down with a pained groan. His hand was covering the stab wound, courtesy of a man who didn’t want him to continue with one of his cases. There was so much blood.

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Foggy tried to move to a sitting position, but couldn’t manage it, lying back down with a pained groan. His hand was covering the stab wound, courtesy of a man who didn’t want him to continue with one of his cases. There was so much blood.

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Thank God.  Foggy was responding, moving, and after the hit he’d taken, Matt hadn’t been so sure if that was going to be a thing.  “Yeah, buddy, I’m here.  We gotta get you somewhere else.  If I help, can you get up?”

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password is cantseeworthshit

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"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

“Shit.... you make the whole parkour thing look so easy, but it really isn’t.”

Foggy tried to put weight on the ankle, but ended up wincing. 

“Nope, nope... bad idea.”

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“C'mon, I’m talking about more than just sex here.”

“Well... what all does that entail, counselor?”

A lame joke, he knew, but it felt like things were going to get serious really quickly, and he was getting really nervous about it.

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"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

Foggy hissed and pulled back instinctively at the first touch of the alcohol, but forced himself to sit still and let Fen clean the blood off. “Thanks for this.”