Not the scary kind. Bright purple, small, the seal flap tucked in instead of stuck with anything.
Foggy opens it, and is then forced to imagine Matt, in a store – an actual store – asking an employee to help him find the most assholeish birthday card.
I thought we agreed we'd grow old together, says the front, under a weird "artsy" black and white photograph of fishing poles on a pier.
Inside: Who said you could take a head start?
Ha fucking ha.
...Under that, though.
Under that.
Letters pressed in so deep they're almost more readable as grooves in the paper – penciled, large and blocky and so... so legible it takes Foggy a second to even recognize the handwriting:
Happy birthday Foggy. Love Matt.
"...Dude." That asshole. That asshole.
Foggy gets up, marches into Matt's office. "Matt! What - you hate writing things by hand!"
Matt grins, smug, and pauses the movement of his fingers over the case files. "Well, you know. I had an extra... hour. Also, I'm broke, so. That's all you're getting."
Foggy lets maybe one too many beats of silence pass before he answers: "Yeah, well. So am I. I'll probably give it back to you for your birthday."
THIRD (MINI)FILL
Not the scary kind. Bright purple, small, the seal flap tucked in instead of stuck with anything.
Foggy opens it, and is then forced to imagine Matt, in a store – an actual store – asking an employee to help him find the most assholeish birthday card.
I thought we agreed we'd grow old together, says the front, under a weird "artsy" black and white photograph of fishing poles on a pier.
Inside: Who said you could take a head start?
Ha fucking ha.
...Under that, though.
Under that.
Letters pressed in so deep they're almost more readable as grooves in the paper – penciled, large and blocky and so... so legible it takes Foggy a second to even recognize the handwriting:
Happy birthday Foggy. Love Matt.
"...Dude." That asshole. That asshole.
Foggy gets up, marches into Matt's office. "Matt! What - you hate writing things by hand!"
Matt grins, smug, and pauses the movement of his fingers over the case files. "Well, you know. I had an extra... hour. Also, I'm broke, so. That's all you're getting."
Foggy lets maybe one too many beats of silence pass before he answers: "Yeah, well. So am I. I'll probably give it back to you for your birthday."
Matt just laughs.
Foggy goes back to his desk.
Damn it.
He's keeping this forever.