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[avocadefense-a]

“kaa-reeennn.” foggy’s voice sing-songs in the hallway outside her apartment. “come get drinks with me.” he’s already had his fair share - definitely bordering on too many, judging by the way he’s leaning heavily on the wall. “doesn’t even have to be josie’s! we can go somewhere better.” his words are loud and slurring together. hopefully, karen’s neighbours will take it all in stride. 

@fierceadvocate // liked for inebriated foggy!

[archived-dcvilcomplex]

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❝ Can't it wait? ❞

[avocadefense-a]

“do you wanna get lunch?” foggy asks. he’s been leaned as far back in his office chair as he can be for the last ten minutes, spinning in slow circles. it’s unbearably hot in the office, and foggy is desperate to leave. “maybe ice cream or something? i dunno. i just wanna get out of here.” he scoots his chair towards the door, the wheels struggling with the carpet, and leans back so karen can see him through the doorframe of his office. “i’ll buy.”

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[hollowdevil]

“ will you stop playing with the bed settings? ”

hospital starters

“They don’t have braille on the buttons, Karen.” He was cranky. He hadn’t slept well; he would never sleep well in a hospital. He hadn’t been on the bed himself since he’d gone blind and he was less than thrilled to have woken up in one a few hours earlier. He had finally calmed down after freaking out and orienting himself, but it didn’t make him any less irritated. Claire was working, thank God. She was pissed that he was injured but was gracious enough to help conceal what she could. He huffed, giving up on the bed adjustments. “Sorry,” he muttered. He meant for it to sound more sincere.

[untolikeiron]

@fierceadvocate:  “time for the charm bomb to explode.” - bob’s burgers

“Charm bomb?” He had to assume that was going to be her part in this and not his or they were already screwed. “Uh-- what do you want me to do in the meantime?”

[archived-dcvilcomplex]

@fierceadvocate said : “why are you awake? “

3 AM / Accepting!

Normally he'll blame it on the blindness, his pension for losing track of time, but that was always just another lie he used to tell Karen and Foggy, anyone who would listen.

Truth is he'd been like this from the start, easily distracted, especially by the city, especially at night, even before his senses were heightened enough to hear every little awful thing that goes bump in it.

❝ Listening ❞ Answers, though his attention is far from her. ❝ Two gunmen, on foot, one of them shot ❞ Is fighting the urge to go after them.

[avocadefense-a]

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NSFW MEME! | not accepting | @fierceadvocate

💓 - …lie on my muse, grinding slowly against them

foggy’s all but collapsed into bed as soon as he’s home from work. he’s exhausted right down to his bones and he’s half-prepared to pass out fully clothed. he wearily begins undoing his tie and manages to get the first four buttons of his shirt undone before karen lays on him and begins slowly rolling her hips against his without missing a beat. his hands find her hips and a tired smile tugs at his lips. “someone’s in a mood.”

[dcvilinside-a]

“the doctor is so important that his office has another office.”

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“Sounds way above our paygrade,” Which usually meant they were on the right track. “Did you get to talk to him?”