you  can  romanticize  me  all  you  wish,  but  the  devil  wrapped  in  silk  is  still  the  devil.

head turns slowly toward the window , just to be sure it was pitch black outside. gaze lands back upon matt. “ the sun’s been off for hours , murdock. ”

brows furrow in confusion as pages shut around index finger. frank leans forward. “ what? ” lip quirks up at the corner , head tipping aside.

merely sat upon a chair , novel in hand. eyes flick to the other’s form now and then. “ … y’dyin’ over there? ”

ᅠ ᅠBut.. the poses...the fit...you are a grown ass man... ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠYAAAALLLL LOOOOKKKKK AT MY FUCKING LAWYER WE'RE ALL GOING TO JAIL 😭 ᅠ

…. you are so fucking lame it hurts me. can you hear my nerves go Snap, Crackle, Pop? rice krispies are the shit, but i don’t think pain receptors make great breakfast options.

but dressing up in superhero spandex is soooooo much different? it’s the office & the office. both from the loins of ricky gervais, but only one gets all the hype & fanfare. total BS.

and you’re stiff for thirty — two. it wouldn’t fit ‘im anyway.

we know that wouldn’t work.

ain’t another catholic do — gooder like you in the world.

i can get new guns , nothing will ever replace the little demon on my shoulder that tries to make me understand the legalities of my actions.

that’s fine , i know where home is anyway.

they ain’t jealous. they know what their job is , i promise.

maybe! d’know! maybe i just like having guns in the house.