#[ ic; karen page ] hubrisdescent; matt murdock

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[ inbox // dd: cutting edge ] accepting ⸻ @hubrisdescent ⸻ "A quiet evening, thank God." Matt @ Karen

Sundays typically where the quietest of nights for her, rarely would she work the weekends save for special broadcasts or making up a night if she had to miss a midnight hour. There had been every intention for her to go to bed early, to not wait up, as was the habit formed due to being the signifcant other belonging to Hell's Kitchen and surrounding neighborhoods. Waiting for that chance to bid him off safely for the night or be thee one first to see his bruises then welcome him to bed.

He's back early, a habit of there being a knock to the window, threee soft raps before it's opend. A familiar man, in a red suit, returns to their tiny abode. A look towards the clock that Karen had finally bought for herself (she's lost time since starting at WSFK) informs her that the Devil's retired early. Now that doesn't mean he'll remain here if something reaches his ears, but the hour was much more reasonable about the three ams bedtime they shared.

A QUIET EVENING, THANK GOD ⸻ She hears him say, loud enough for their living room as he finally makes his way to her. His explanation for ending Daredevil duties earlly. She had only called out a GOOD EVENING HONEY when she ha let her know he had come through the window. Karen doesn't budge from their ugly green sofa with poorly sewn patches to repair it.

❝ I wouldn't speak so soon. The ruffling papers aren't mine.❞ She says all too knowing, for all his senses, he's still blind and wouldn't be able to tell what the stacks of paper on the coffee were by smell or sound. ❝ Sharpe came by. ❞ Satan herself she is pretty sure she overheard Matt and Foggy complaining to each other about their boss once or twice.

❝ You need to review all of this for 9:30 tomorrow. Non-negotiable case.❞ That had been Rosalind's words exactly. Karen sets the notebook she had been writing in, heavy-handed neat print since Matt would be able to feel the shape of the ink, the way she pressed on the paper. Lucky for him, Karen had felt genorous and one night of revising her legal assistant role wouldn't hurt. ❝ She'll be making tomorrow a living hell if you aren't studied. Her words. ❞

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❝ They're just poor babies. How'd they've even get up here? ❞ She whines after Matt brought in two grey and white kittens from their fire escape. ❝ They got goopy eyes, bring them to the kitchen sink. ❞