Matt groaned as he stood up. His muscles were sore from hunching over his desk all day (and Daredevil related activity). He stretched and went to the coffee machine. He paused. He should probably eat than survive off coffee for the next few hours.
He yawned. The walked to the office minifridge, nothing but a cup of yogurt that was Karen’s and something he couldn’t identify. He hummed and marched to Foggy’s office. He sniffed and rummaged through Foggy’s desk. All that he found was a half eaten bag of chips (he wouldn’t eat those yet, he didn’t like them).
He sighed. Foggy usually had something like crackers. He made his way out of the room. He paused when something didn’t quite seem right to his senses. He felt along the wall. Something was different but he couldn’t place it.
He paused when he felt a rope secured firmly on the wall. He frowned and ran his hands up the length of the cord. The vibrations gave him a better picture of where it was leading, up the wall and up the ceiling. Something was hanging there? He twanged the rope a few times. Yes, something was hanging there.
He went for his cane and gently tapped the mysterious hanging object. Something plastic and he couldn’t quite smell anything on it other than Foggy’s scent. He found Foggy’s chair and balanced on it. He found the package with his cane again.
Then he reached out and touched it. It was a cooler. Why did Foggy have a cooler hanging in the middle of his office? He undid the knots securing the cooler and started running his fingers over it to see if there was anything peculiar about it. No.
He opened it and frowned when the delicious scent of food. Oh, this was some of Anna’s cooking. His mouth began to water. Then frowned, why the heck had Foggy hidden this from him? He felt a bit hurt that he wasn’t willing to share. Anna had sent him his own share of food, true, but Foggy usually shared with him.
Actually he was surprised he hadn’t been able to smell anything at all. He took the food and felt around the desk for a sticky note and pen. ‘Better luck next time.’ he wrote, at least he hoped he did.
He heated the dish in the microwave and hummed in pleasure as the smell began to waft toward him. It brought memories of Christmas and the first half-drunk cup of hot chocolate he’d taken from Foggy during his first visit at the Nelsons that was soon followed by a few half eaten cookies.
He smiled stupidly. Yeah, he still couldn’t help it but Foggy was his family. Matt still couldn’t quite believe he had it. A memory of his exasperated father came to mind as he found his sandwich half eaten and then laughing as Matt managed to do it even with his blindness.
He’d buy lunch tomorrow. Foggy was not going to forgive this theft quite as easily as the others. This was really good.
Minifil Pt 2l Gen: Foggy's food budget for two
He yawned. The walked to the office minifridge, nothing but a cup of yogurt that was Karen’s and something he couldn’t identify. He hummed and marched to Foggy’s office. He sniffed and rummaged through Foggy’s desk. All that he found was a half eaten bag of chips (he wouldn’t eat those yet, he didn’t like them).
He sighed. Foggy usually had something like crackers. He made his way out of the room. He paused when something didn’t quite seem right to his senses. He felt along the wall. Something was different but he couldn’t place it.
He paused when he felt a rope secured firmly on the wall. He frowned and ran his hands up the length of the cord. The vibrations gave him a better picture of where it was leading, up the wall and up the ceiling. Something was hanging there? He twanged the rope a few times. Yes, something was hanging there.
He went for his cane and gently tapped the mysterious hanging object. Something plastic and he couldn’t quite smell anything on it other than Foggy’s scent. He found Foggy’s chair and balanced on it. He found the package with his cane again.
Then he reached out and touched it. It was a cooler. Why did Foggy have a cooler hanging in the middle of his office? He undid the knots securing the cooler and started running his fingers over it to see if there was anything peculiar about it. No.
He opened it and frowned when the delicious scent of food. Oh, this was some of Anna’s cooking. His mouth began to water. Then frowned, why the heck had Foggy hidden this from him? He felt a bit hurt that he wasn’t willing to share. Anna had sent him his own share of food, true, but Foggy usually shared with him.
Actually he was surprised he hadn’t been able to smell anything at all. He took the food and felt around the desk for a sticky note and pen. ‘Better luck next time.’ he wrote, at least he hoped he did.
He heated the dish in the microwave and hummed in pleasure as the smell began to waft toward him. It brought memories of Christmas and the first half-drunk cup of hot chocolate he’d taken from Foggy during his first visit at the Nelsons that was soon followed by a few half eaten cookies.
He smiled stupidly. Yeah, he still couldn’t help it but Foggy was his family. Matt still couldn’t quite believe he had it. A memory of his exasperated father came to mind as he found his sandwich half eaten and then laughing as Matt managed to do it even with his blindness.
He’d buy lunch tomorrow. Foggy was not going to forgive this theft quite as easily as the others. This was really good.