miniskirts, hotpants, and a few little lacey frills

[psychomancy]

WHO: Gemma Doyle & Daredevil.
WHERE: Her roof.
WHEN: Right now.
WARNINGS: Who knows.
SUMMARY: Awkward singing leads to awkward hotdog eating.
FORMAT: Quick to start, then whatever.

[This was likely the second most awkward situation in which Gemma had ever been involved.

The first was after her family had gone to dinner at Simon Middleton's house and Kartik had thrown rocks at the window because Simon had touched her hair. Going to confront him in the stable had been one of the most humiliating moments of her life, especially after she had run right into the support beam. She remembered exactly how large the lump on her head had been, and how much it had stung.

But being caught in whatever kind of spell or power had made her start singing to the network... yes, it was only slightly less awkward. But, as promised, she waited on her roof for Daredevil to stop by, feet dangling over the ledge on which she sat. Hopefully this wouldn't be too awful. But how could it be? She enjoyed his company, and she was relatively sure he enjoyed hers. Maybe they just wouldn't talk about it.

Right.]

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[guardiandevil]

[Matt's plans for the evening had consisted of beating up drug dealers and patrolling the Kitchen, but he was always happy to make time for Gemma. He always had been, hadn't he? Whatever requests she'd made of him, he'd always been happy to oblige her. And so he arrives on her rooftop, at the usual spot and usual time. His boot scuff against the ground softly as he walks over to her.

If that whole singing thing never comes up, he will die a happy man.]

Miss Doyle.

[psychomancy]

[Of course, she didn't notice him until she hears him walking, and she takes one quiet, deep breath before turning to him with a smile. She gets to her feet, smoothing out her dress, gripping at the material a bit when he greets her. Miss Doyle. That wasn't a good sign. At least, she didn't think it was.

Right, just avoid the elephant on the roof at all costs.]

Daredevil. [Pause.] Nice night, isn't it?

[Talking about the weather. How English of her.]

[guardiandevil]

It's a beautiful night.

[Or at least it sounds beautiful. The sounds of the City night are echoing so perfectly against the skyscrapers and buildings, it's like a symphony of constant noise.]

How are you, Gemma? It's been awhile.

[psychomancy]

[Gemma loved the Summer. The heat reminded her of India--though it wasn't quite as humid. But that meant there weren't typhoons.]

I'm... alright. And yes, it has. I've missed you.

[guardiandevil]

The weather isn't too hot for you?

[psychomancy]

[That made her laugh.]

Too hot? No, not at all. Especially not since I don't wear those awful full-length dresses anymore.

[guardiandevil]

Yes, I've noticed.

[Indeed he has. She doesn't make the same rustling sound when she walks anymore.]

This place has certainly changed you, Gemma.

[psychomancy]

[Her cheeks reddened just a bit. Even after her years of knowing him, it still made her blush when he noticed something about her.]

It's probably changed all of us, as cliche as that sounds.

[guardiandevil]

[He nods, stepping closer.]

I think this world suits you.

[psychomancy]

[She stays right where she is, trying not to watch him so closely.]

Most of it does, yes.

[guardiandevil]

Are you happy here, Gemma? Or would you rather be back in the 1890's?

[psychomancy]

[She doesn't even hesitate:]

I wouldn't go back for the world.

[guardiandevil]

But you must miss your family and friends.

[psychomancy]

[That gets a slight pause. Her voice is quiet.]

I had already left them all to start a new life in America. I wouldn't think the time would matter.

[guardiandevil]

You're so brave to be on your own.

[And so young.]

It's nearly your birthday, isn't it.

[psychomancy]

[She smiles a bit.]

Brave, or senseless. [And the mention of her birthday draws a slight blush to her face.] A month from today.

[guardiandevil]

[He can sense that. Whoops!]

Are you going to have a party?

[psychomancy]

[Her eyebrows raise a bit, and she actually considers this.]

I... don't know. I've never had a party here.

[guardiandevil]

You could ask your employer to throw you one. I'm sure he'd be glad to.

[psychomancy]

[She blinks, surprised.]

Mister Murdock? I guess--I mean, is that someone one can ask their employer?

[guardiandevil]

I don't see why you couldn't. God knows he's fond enough of you to do it.

[psychomancy]

[Seriously considering this, now.]

Wouldn't it be rude to just--ask? Or is that something people in this time do?

[guardiandevil]

If you're uncomfortable asking him, I'll ask him for you. Just promise me you'll pretend to be surprised if he does throw you a party, alright?

[psychomancy]

[She can't help but giggle, becoming infinitely more at ease.]

I can act adequately shocked, I promise.

[guardiandevil]

[He laughs softly, giving her an approving nod.]

I'm counting on this.

[psychomancy]

[She's happy to have... made him happy. Who knew that something as simple as a birthday party could do that?]

I promise.

[guardiandevil]

Good. [A reluctant beat as he turns back toward the ledge.] I should continue my patrol. I'm sorry to cut our visit so short.

[psychomancy]

[She nods, surprisingly not as put-out by this as she might expect.]

No, I understand. Good luck. And be safe.