Open RP post for Claire Temple

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Bring me your plots.

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"About as much as you'd believe me if I said I stayed in to catch up on sleep." Which is to say, not at all. And Matt can try hiding behind the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, but Claire isn't likely to let him get away with it for long. This is a social call, apparently, and those are hard to make as a stoic masked vigilante.

Claire follows Matt back into the apartment, pausing as she passes the kitchen. "Do you want a drink?"

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Matt lets out a breath, likely meant to be a laugh, and tries for a smile. Both fall a little flat for any number of reasons. He gives up on both when even he realizes how hollow they are and pops one shoulder in a shrug. "Point."

A beat.

"And uh -- " A part of him wants to say no; a part of him desperately wants to say yes, even if he's not particularly thirsty. The latter wins out, in spite of himself, and exhaling heavily, he reaches for the catches on the cowl to take it off. It feels a little ridiculous, having a drink, alcoholic or otherwise, with the mask on. " -- yeah, sure, I guess?"

He rakes his fingers through his hair, once the mask is off, making even more of a mess of it.