It is still reasonably early, and the library is almost empty of students. Morning is Matt’s favorite time to be here, when those students that studied long into the night had finally given up and gone to claim their few hours of rest before classes begun, and those that had been out partying the night before had yet to even think about crawling out from beneath the sheets. Sure, there were a few other early risers, but the place was quiet. Quiet like a library was supposed to be. Like it probably was most of the time for everybody else.
He exits the elevator at the third floor, then stops and listens. He is alone here for now. He quickly locates an empty desk, taking a perverse kind of pleasure in choosing one of the coveted seats by the window, affording an expansive view over the campus.
He opens his bag, pulls out his laptop and sets it up on the desk. He reaches back into the bag, and is frustrated to find his Braille display missing. “Damn,” he mutters. In his haste to storm out of the room, he had forgotten to pick it up. There is no way he is going back, not so soon after leaving. If Foggy was still there, that would just add fuel to the fire.
Sighing, he plugs in his headphones and inserts one of the earbuds into his left ear. The library has very few books in a format that he can actually read, when he needs them he has to order them weeks in advance. He hasn’t brought any of the books he’s currently working from either, but he can use the time to get a head start on checking the essay he is working on for typos.
The elevator stops at his floor and the door opens. One set of footsteps emerges and begins to walk slowly through the stacks of books.
Matt turns his attention to his work, in the absence of the Braille display, idly running his fingers over the top of his keyboard as he listens to his screenreader.
The other person sharing his floor of the library approaches his location and pulls out a chair. An almighty crash makes him cringe as the inconsiderate student drops a stack of heavy books onto the desk, making it vibrate under the impact. Matt bites back a comment and continues with his work.
“Hey Matt,” the other student says casually.
Matt’s head shoots up as he recognizes the voice and feels all the other clues click together to form a complete person, one that he knows better than anybody else. One that has been going out of his way to make his life difficult for at least the past few weeks. He rips out the earbud, leaving the computer reading away to itself and opens his mouth to answer.
“Aren’t you even going to say hi?” Mike asks. “I mean, I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but we’re still brothers, right?"
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Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Date: 2016-04-24 12:01 pm (UTC)He exits the elevator at the third floor, then stops and listens. He is alone here for now. He quickly locates an empty desk, taking a perverse kind of pleasure in choosing one of the coveted seats by the window, affording an expansive view over the campus.
He opens his bag, pulls out his laptop and sets it up on the desk. He reaches back into the bag, and is frustrated to find his Braille display missing. “Damn,” he mutters. In his haste to storm out of the room, he had forgotten to pick it up. There is no way he is going back, not so soon after leaving. If Foggy was still there, that would just add fuel to the fire.
Sighing, he plugs in his headphones and inserts one of the earbuds into his left ear. The library has very few books in a format that he can actually read, when he needs them he has to order them weeks in advance. He hasn’t brought any of the books he’s currently working from either, but he can use the time to get a head start on checking the essay he is working on for typos.
The elevator stops at his floor and the door opens. One set of footsteps emerges and begins to walk slowly through the stacks of books.
Matt turns his attention to his work, in the absence of the Braille display, idly running his fingers over the top of his keyboard as he listens to his screenreader.
The other person sharing his floor of the library approaches his location and pulls out a chair. An almighty crash makes him cringe as the inconsiderate student drops a stack of heavy books onto the desk, making it vibrate under the impact. Matt bites back a comment and continues with his work.
“Hey Matt,” the other student says casually.
Matt’s head shoots up as he recognizes the voice and feels all the other clues click together to form a complete person, one that he knows better than anybody else. One that has been going out of his way to make his life difficult for at least the past few weeks. He rips out the earbud, leaving the computer reading away to itself and opens his mouth to answer.
“Aren’t you even going to say hi?” Mike asks. “I mean, I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but we’re still brothers, right?"