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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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Mn, I think when battles were fought closer to home, it was less an abstract idea of soldiers going off to save our freedoms, but an immediate reality of the necessity of protection. That people appreciated. When they didn't get their meat packed neatly in plastic from the grocery, but had to raise or hunt and slaughter their own, they couldn't squirm so much about the cruelty. The majority of people live so comfortably where they don't have to get their hands dirty, yet still benefit from a society that only functions because others are doing it behind closed curtains.

[at some point along the way she gently brushes her thumb over his palm, and then stills again, not wanting to draw too much attention that might result in him pulling away. because this is soothing, despite the topic of conversation. a simple touch that has no further intent behind it.]

You're not a monster, just because they got a peak into the inner workings of reality. They're just spoiled and naive and believe in a fairytale version of the world that doesn't and never has actually existed.

But if you had to live in another era, I think a cowboy hat would suit you.

They could all do with being up close with a battlefield right outside their doorsteps. Maybe then they'd get a bit more appreciative instead of being fucking hypocrites up there on their high horses, looking down on everyone with judgment they haven't earned in being able to cast on others.

[Dex now definitely felt Ava's thumb running along his hand. But by now this deep into the conversation it felt more like a comfortable gesture than anything else, so he didn't pull away.

He grinned and completely brightened up when Ava said she thought he'd look good in a cowboy hat.]

Really? You think so? I always have liked Westerns a lot.

But... I think the weak can be worth protecting. There's other sorts of value they can bring to a community. For me, it's the greedy that need to go. The hoarders of wealth, of resources, that would rather watch others suffer without. Those that try to own other people.

[she's glad there's at least somebody to share in the bitterness with, how difficult it was for people like them to fit into society.]

Of course, the fastest draw in town. You'd either have your face on one of those wanted posters, or cashing in on the bounties.

[a small laugh, her hand slips intangible for the brief moment of lost concentration. she quickly tries to latch tighter onto his hand to anchor back to physical reality. except. the burn. she hisses lightly in protest, and pulls her hand away.]

That's a perfect description of Fisk right there. Ruining lives left and right to improve his own. I would love to see him go up against you. When his charm and persuasiveness fails, he tries to use his physical strength to get what he wants. He'd be furious being unable to touch or even see you.

[The big gorilla in the white suit would be completely outmatched when it came to facing Ghost.]

I'd just need to learn how to ride a horse and I'd be all set.

[He felt that prickly feeling on the back of his neck when her hand phased involuntarily through his. Then he saw her pull away, realizing the burn still had to be painful for her. He paused for a moment and then decided to ask something to help shift the moment away from that awkwardness.]

What were you trying to cook anyway?

Charm rarely works much on me at all, anyway. [or at least the sorts that most people would fall for. the lack of socialization makes her vulnerable in some ways, to being outmaneuvered by those with far more influence than her. but. Ava's also on high alert for manipulation tactics, and people trying to be too outwardly charming...] Triggers my paranoia too much. But it's probably for the best he isn't here, I've been doing good without getting my hands too dirty.

[okay, so she stomped through Alexei's heart, but that was just on the train so did it even really count. and technically not her hands.]

Never ridden a horse either. Think it'd try to toss me right off. [because she always expects animals to be spooked out over her powers... which does make her nervous about the upcoming meeting of Yelena's dog despite reassurances.]

Oh. An omelet. A robot made a comment about needing to crack a few eggs, and I thought, well. I'm capable of doing that.

If he was here, I'd ask you to rip his heart out of his chest. [It said something how badly Dex wanted him to suffer given he wasn't a sadist for all that his psychopathy made him enjoy death. Most of his kills were quick, one shot or object thrown at the head with the person immediately dropping dead. But for Wilson Fisk? He'd happily stand by and watch as his heart was torn out while it was still beating.]

An omelet? [He gave Ava a questioning look as if wondering how she managed to so badly mess up what was essentially a very easy thing to cook. But after seeing how her whole life had been managed for her by her handlers up until very recently, he wasn't about to judge her too hard.] I could show you how to make one. Once your hand isn't burnt.

I would. [no real hesitation, which surprises her. she's wary of anything that might seem like an order, to utilize her as a weapon. but this doesn't. feels like something more, a protective instinct perhaps.]

Yes, a few eggs in a pan, flip it... didn't seem too difficult, in theory. But I... [a frustrated sigh.] Was struggling figuring out the flipping part. Ended up losing grip of the handle. And then my reflexes were unfortunately faster than my sense, because I grabbed for it- [yeah she realizes it's dumb, thanks.] Anyway the omelet ended up tasting like singed rubber. [which is her way of saying yes, please, rather than accepting the offer outright.]

You would? [He echoed. He was a bit surprised but Ava was the one who knew his history with Kingpin the best by now and knew exactly why that man was deserving of all the hatred that came his way.] That's a nice offer.

[Which would have been a very creepy thing to be saying had it been coming from anyone but Dex given the way his brain was wired.

He shook his head a little hearing Ava's mishaps. He was going to have to teach her how to cook if only to make sure she stayed physically safe. If she couldn't manage a simple omelet, he thought she might burn her trailer down if she tried to do something like make meatloaf.]

I'll show you your way around the kitchen. Come by once in a while at lunchtime and I'll give you some lessons.

Of course. And I'd hand it to you after I ripped it straight through his chest. Just so you could be sure. So you could feel the last few futile beats before it finally gives out. [and she means it, doesn't think it's creepy at all to offer such protection of her... friend? is that what they are.

it's the offer of the cooking lessons that make her far more nervous. or at least that's how she interprets the little uptick in her heartbeat.] ... Just, whenever? [that's such an open invitation.]

That's one of the nicest things anyone has offered to do for me.

[Despite it also being a terribly violent and gory hypothetical bit of kindness, Dex couldn't help but be touched by it. No one had ever cared about his happiness so much they'd offered to murder someone for him. He liked that feeling. He liked it a lot.]

Sure. But only if you want. [He interpreted her nervousness as maybe being uncomfortable with Dex being so forward with his offer. Though he hoped she'd take him up on it. He liked having Ava around now, seeing her on a near-daily basis since they were neighbors.]

Help even things out a little, with what you've done for me.
[a glance down to inspect her bandaged up hand, to avoid giving too much away.]

I do! [a bit surprised at how quick she is to clarify.] I do want to. But I think... specifically planned days. Might work better. [otherwise the doubt of whether any particular day might be a good one or not won't prevent her from actually going because she's talked herself out of it a good half dozen times before it's too late in the date not to be lunch anymore. or what if she starts coming by too often and bothering him?]

It doesn't feel like I've done all that much.

[Dex was failing to remember how a little kindness and a sympathetic ear went long way with him, so why wouldn't it be the same for Ava?]

How about Tuesdays and Thursdays then? It'll be easy to remember which days of the week they are then.

[Ava seemed to like structure and routines sometimes just as much as he did, so maybe that would help her be ablet to decide.]

... To me, it has been. But it's probably good that it doesn't feel that way. [because if it felt like a lot then maybe he'd start seeing it as a burden.]

Alright. Tuesdays and Thursdays. [a smile, it's nice to have some sort of schedule to look forward to, things to help break up her week.] Around... 1? [any earlier than that and she's likely to show up rather groggy.]

Well. [He paused.] I'm glad I did something good.

[Because Dex was far more used to making the worst possible decision instead of anything that benefited other people.]

1 sounds good.

[Dex also slept late, usually because he had trouble both going to sleep and staying asleep for a full eight hours.]

[just smiling quietly like a dope when she catches herself and shakes out of it.]

Probably should let you get back to your attempts at sleep now, though...

Okay.

[He really did need to get in some rest before the morning rolled around.]

I'll see you on Tuesday. Show you how to make a proper omelet then.

I'll be sure to bring some eggs. Will likely need to go through a few.

[and then she vanishes, without much of an actual goodbye since she's already stated that intention to leave. would be a bit redundant.]

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