Matt can't say that the 4th of July ranks up near the top of his favorite holidays; the beauty of fireworks is lost on him and all he gets from them is noises that echo over the borough as every idiot with a bottle rocket decides to light one off so the city smells like gunpowder and smoke. The crack of a mortar firework also sounds a little too close to a gunshot for his liking so it means that he has to force himself to tune out distant echos around the city for the day--and the ones after because for some reason, no one seems to stop celebrating after the 4th. One thing about the holiday is that the criminal element tends to take a day off too, so at least he has that going for him. It means he'll have a chance to catch up on legitimate work, instead of the masked kind, over the course of the extra day off. Or so he assumes.
He hadn't paid too much mind when Foggy had left the office since they both come and go depending on the needs of clients. He hears him coming up the block on the return so he's unsurprised to hear the opening and closing of the door behind him.
When Foggy steps into his office and he turns his attention away from work, he tilts his head and notices changes. Before he can address it, he's asked about his plans and sets aside the file he's working on. "Holidays are usually pretty slow so I was figuring I'd get caught up on some things. See if I can make a dent in the backlog," he replies.
Foggy's heart is going a mile a minute. He's sweating and he's obviously nervous. He instinctively frowns, thinking maybe major is something is bothering him.
"Is something wrong? Also, why do I smell jasmine?" It's an unusual scent to pick up when it's not mingled either with a bouquet of flowers or the chemical mixture of some perfume where it's synthesized almost beyond recognition. Something's obviously going on.
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He hadn't paid too much mind when Foggy had left the office since they both come and go depending on the needs of clients. He hears him coming up the block on the return so he's unsurprised to hear the opening and closing of the door behind him.
When Foggy steps into his office and he turns his attention away from work, he tilts his head and notices changes. Before he can address it, he's asked about his plans and sets aside the file he's working on. "Holidays are usually pretty slow so I was figuring I'd get caught up on some things. See if I can make a dent in the backlog," he replies.
Foggy's heart is going a mile a minute. He's sweating and he's obviously nervous. He instinctively frowns, thinking maybe major is something is bothering him.
"Is something wrong? Also, why do I smell jasmine?" It's an unusual scent to pick up when it's not mingled either with a bouquet of flowers or the chemical mixture of some perfume where it's synthesized almost beyond recognition. Something's obviously going on.