<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/3bIq1uu.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Matthew Murdock<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Nothing<br/><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Jennifer Walters Apartment, Hells Kitchen, New York<br/><strong>Content</strong>: The morning after<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jennifer Walters<br/><hr/><br/>Matt mumbled softly in his sleep when Jennifer moved his arm in order to get out of bed, but he seemed to remain asleep - at least until he cell phone began ringing. Once, twice, thrice... It wasn't until the sixth ringer that Matt grumbled and finally sit up on the couch where they had fallen asleep the night before, grumbling darkly like someone woken up by the noise of a garbage truck at 6am, even though it was already late in the morning. He spotted Jen and smiled softly at her before picking up his phone that was still ringing - somehow, the call wouldn't go to voicemail. He frowned as he saw the logo. This was clearly not a regular call. He hesitated for a while before picking up the call.<br/><br/>"Who's this?", he said when he answered, throwing away any kind of politeness and ceremony.<br/><br/>He stood up and began walking around in circle around the living room, completely naked, his 'little devil' hanging out, as he mainly listened to whoever was on the other line, himself hardly saying anything other than "hmhm". Finally, after a few short minutes, Matt replied: "Alright, I'll be there. But don't expect anything." before ending the call and putting his phone back on the table. Things had suddenly gotten a whole lot more complicated.<br/><br/>He sat on the couch next to Jennifer and kissed her neck gently, murmuring "Morning, darling" into her ear before he started putting on his clothes.