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[obediences]

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Just in case you forgot this is from a crossover AU....

[hellogoodhigh]

“I’m not signing anything yet.” It had been a warning from Matt. Not to sign anything until his lawyer- in this case Matt Murdock himself- took a look at it. Knowing his father there would be stipulations involved when it came to his inheritance- mandated sobriety, donning the mask of “the Seance” again, using him as an example to bring the others back to the academy.

So he crosses his arms, defensive, and at a loss for words- especially when Luther offers him a drink.
“Yeah, if it’s non-alcoholic.” He loosens up, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh. I got sober. One year.”

And that’s not the only thing he’s been doing in New York. He wonders if One would be proud, knowing that he was... loosely part of a team. Dancing with the Devil and dealing with daughters of dragons and men with unbreakable skin and other assorted oddities. That he has his own gimmick, his own costume, his own mask that he wears that’s nothing like the academy.

Or would he be furious? Because he’s not the one leading him?
No longer Number One?

“.... You should come out to New York, you know. I could introduce you to someone. Several someone’s.”

no i gotchu

[obediences]

"You what?" A tilt of his head in surprise. They haven't been in touch, haven't personally reached out to each other for calls or help, but some of Klaus' previous hospitalisations had been high-profile enough to reach the news, to reach Pogo, and thus to reach Luther. Just enough for Reginald to be furious from afar, at the stain on the family name happening while Number Four tore his way through the city.

A moment too late, Luther stutters into what he should've led with, if he knew how to react to things like this at all: "Hey. Congratulations. That's... uh, that's good. That's great."

I'm proud of you sits on his tongue, but he bites it back. It doesn't feel like his place to be proud or not, to measure Klaus against those yardsticks anymore or not. So the silence that falls between them is awkward again — god, they really aren't any good at this — but then Klaus throws in his offer, and Luther's brow crinkles in confusion. Trying to follow his brother's leap in logic, failing utterly, and thus grinding to a halt.

"Are you... setting me up with a date?"