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Grabbing the flour out of the cupboard, you glance over your shoulder and see Matt walking out of his bedroom, a mildly confused look on his face.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, heading for you in the kitchen.
“It’s time for christmas stuff. You won’t let me decorate your apartment we can at least make christmas cookies.” You say, ingredients laid out on the surface in front of you.
“Why would I bother decorating my apartment?” He asks, grinning.
“Ok point made, but you can eat cookies, and even if you can’t see that they look christmassy they’re gunna taste christmassy as fuck ok?”
“Alright chef you just tell me what to do.” He says, moving to stand next to you. You angle your face up towards him like you do when you first see him every day. His hands brush gently over your face, even though he knows it by memory now, tracing every line and feature. It had become a habit, a reassurance between the two of you. His hands on either side of your face, he gives you a quick peck on the lips then lets his arms drop to his sides and dangle loose.
“Alright let’s do this. I assume you’ve made cookies before?”
“Possibly. I wouldn’t know.” He says shrugging, laughing at your sigh. “Yes I have made cookies before what do you want me to do?”
“Ok measure out some sugar in the bowl and i’ll do the butter.”
“Don’t you think I’m more adept with knifes?” He asks, grabbing the sugar and a bowl.
“You’re more adept at fighting people with knifes. I however am more adept at cutting butter with knifes.”
“That remains to be seen.” Matt mumbles, tipping the sugar into the bowl. “Say when.”
“When.” You grab the bowl and stick in the butter. “Now mix.” You order, pushing the bowl and spoon into Matt’s hands.
“Bossy this morning aren’t we?” He remarks, smirking, knowing exactly what expression you’re pulling.
“Difficult this morning aren’t we?” You shoot back, cracking eggs into the bowl, Matt still mixing.
“Flour me.” Matt says once the eggs are mixed in. You grab a handful of flour and hold your palm flat, blowing the flour straight into his face. “Hey!”
“You are sufficiently floured. In my defense you asked for it.”
“Yeah pick on the blind guy real noble.” He says, brushing flour out of his face and hair.
“Oh yeah ‘cause you struggle so much.” You chuckle, pouring the flour into the bowl.
“You know what….” Matt says, quick as a flash grabbing the bag of flour and emptying it over your head.
“You did not just do that.” You gasp, white powder filling the room.
“Bring it.” He cries, sprinting across his apartment away from you.
“You get your floury blind ass back here Murdock!” You cry, charging after him, flour bag in hand. You run into the bedroom and glance around, only for him to sneak out from behind the door and grab you from behind around the waist. He picks you up and spins you, both of you laughing as you empty the remainder of the flour onto his head.