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[ Who cares? Matt agrees immediately and laughs. Oh.

He's actually alright with that. Granted handholding isn't very different from hanging on to Foggy's arm and people have made assumptions seeing them going about their day together since the start. But it's still different, he thinks, it's something that a few months ago he might have been too afraid to let happen. He's not anywhere near ready to confidently tell clients or wrap his arms around Foggy and sway the next time the crowd at Josie's starts dancing. But the thought of a few furniture salespeople selling to them as a pair and seeing a simple touch of hands seems feasible. Attempting it might have different results but at least in his thoughts he's actually comfortable.

Matt smiles fondly as Foggy confirms his suspicions about the study session, sounding equally adoring when he speaks. ]

Right. Good to know the why now. I'll keep quizzing you on suspicious memories, gotta put it all in context.

Surprise it is then. Can't wait.

[ Oh.

See, this is why Foggy was reluctant to name something that he wanted for his birthday aside from just Matt, because this? The idea that they can actually hold hands somewhere in public and Matt'll agree that who cares if anyone sees?

There's a moment where that somehow makes it feel more real than anything else, and Foggy can't help but look forward to it just for that.

When the day comes, Foggy dresses up, just a little. It's an outfit that's similar to one of his date outfits back home - not the nicest looking one, but the one that feels the best, his silkiest button up shirt and his softest pants. He's not exactly sure what their food plans are, but honestly, it doesn't really matter.

Not as long as they're with Matt. ]

Do I get a hint or are we going for the full surprise?

[ Matt goes through his typical date prep routine, dressed a little nicer than casual but skipping the tie, double checking his hair feels tamed, and his glasses are polished clean. The big difference that puts a grin on his face is the part where he gets to reach out and take Foggy's arm when they go to the door instead of saying goodbye or awkwardly walking together knowing full well how they'd look side by side to some strangers when there are two other people waiting for them. ]

Full surprise. Come on.

[ There's a restaurant at their stop that clearly serves something resembling Italian where Foggy might suspect they can order that heart shaped pizza he was joking about. But Matt pulls him past it, telling him they'll get to it shortly, they have a reservation. Instead he leads him to the business next door where signs are hanging in the window boasting discounts on dining room sets and sofas. ]

Might has well start checking out the options for our upcoming property.

[ He looks a little shy as he slides his hand down Foggy's arm and takes his hand. ]

[ God, Foggy is just the biggest sap. He's seen Matt get ready for his dates before so many times he knows the routine as well as his own, knows exactly how good Matt's going to look at the end of it - and yet, somehow, when they're ready to leave and Matt's grinning at him, he finds his breath catching anyway.

He reaches out to tug briefly on Matt's collar like he's adjusting it, even though it's already perfect. ]

Looking good, Murdock.

[ It's a move he's done dozens of times before, but this time there's a low heat to the compliment, less go get 'em and more, well. More something that could almost be proprietary.

He keeps up a running commentary of their surroundings as they travel, convinced they're heading somewhere to get dinner, but it stops when Matt pulls him past the pseudo Italian place and to the store next door.

His fingers automatically thread through Matt's, giving his hand a squeeze, even as his mind stalls for a few moments. Oh. He lifts their hands up to press a kiss to the back of Matt's hand, grinning widely. ]

Do we have time for us to try every couch in there or should I be more ruthless in my elimination?

You too undoubtedly. Always a fashionable one, Foggy Nelson.

[ There was no mistaking the way Foggy's breath caught for a second when he first saw him ready to go and Matt melted a little on the inside. He makes a point of resisting the temptation to kiss him amid the compliments, knowing they could easily get carried away and never make it out the door.

He keeps his cool and gets distracted quickly by Foggy's narration of their journey to the store.

A kiss on the hand and Matt stands a little taller. He can do this. Foggy is as happy as Matt had hoped. ]

We have a good hour to kill. I thought I'd limit the time the salespeople have to put up with us.

[ He gestures towards the door and puts a hand out to locate the handle and pull it open. ]

After you.

[ He chuckles under his breath knowing it's ridiculous when they're holding hands and basically entering at the exact same time.

Inside furniture of all kinds are arranged in sample presentations except along the walls where it's more compact and options are lined up for comparison. Of course since this is Duplicity there are a number of options for certain kinks or lifestyles from swings to tabletops and chair cushions meant for subs to balance on their backs. ]

[ That's - they're doing this, they're still holding hands as Matt ushers them both inside, and Foggy's grinning so wide that he's practically radiating out happiness.

He wants... he wants to be absolutely ridiculous, to slide his arm around Matt's waist and press him in close, to hold Matt's other hand and press absent kisses to his fingertips in between looking at furniture - when he can tear his gaze away from Matt, that is.

But not yet. This is already a big step for them, walking into the store with their fingers laced together, and Foggy wants to savor it. Wants to let Matt know how much he appreciates it, appreciates all of this.

It has to be obvious to the store clerks or anyone else watching them, just by the sheer adoration in the way Foggy's looking at Matt, but that's not good enough. ]

God you're perfect.

[ He can tell Foggy is looking at him and Matt thinks of the metaphor that had crossed his mind in college, that Foggy was like the sun, though right now he's reminded by all the heat radiating from him. Even Matt knows the way Foggy must be looking at him from the very subtle change in scent, the hormones at work, the slightly elevated pulse and of course those words.

Matt laughs and ducks his head but he lowers it toward Foggy's shoulder like he might bury his face there. They both know what Matt's opinion would be on the statement but he doesn't dwell, it's Foggy's feelings that matter more right now. ]

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

[ He nearly cracks up in the middle of the flirt. He can hear one of the clerks walking toward them and catches the soft amused laugh she gives. Across the store a couple other clerks take guesses at what they're dealing with. "Newly weds?" "Spoiled Sub with a Monogamous Dom. Probably contracted for love. Totally newly weds." "How much you want to bet they'll buy the full bed and chain set?" "Please, I could sell them two or three of them at least." ]

Hi, welcome in. What can I help you find today?

[ The clerk walking over greets them. ]

Why would I, when I have everything I want to see right in front of me?

[ Never mind the fact that he'd looked in the mirror right before they came here - though admittedly, not as long as he might usually for a date, when he spent much more time on making sure he was appealing to senses other than sight - he can't resist flirting back. There was a definite increase in pleasure when Matt didn't protest the perfect comment. Not that Foggy thinks he's accepting it, of course not, but letting it pass without saying anything is a step, and Foggy will take it. Without drawing attention to it, either, and he lets his focus be easily pulled away by the way Matt leans towards him.

He's so caught up in Matt that it takes a moment to realize that someone's approached them, and when he looks up it's with a trace of the blinding adoration still in his smile.

Right, salespeople. ]

We're looking at purchasing a private residence, so we're going to need to fill it with pretty much everything. Anything he wants. [ Technically, sure, this is Foggy's birthday outing, and even if it wasn't they'd be choosing the furniture together, but Foggy's paid attention. He knows what to say so the clerks will make even a token effort at looking for Matt's approval, that he sounds indulging enough that no one will think it's strange when he seeks Matt's opinion. ]

[ Matt laughs harder. Foggy is smooth as always. God, how did he manage to flirt with him all these years only for laughs. He knows the answer but he still asks himself because it feels like he can't go more than a few hours without reaching out to him in some gesture or word.

"Yep, Spoiled Sub. This is going to be a big one." The same commentary that sales staff is always having wherever they go. Matt has to agree that he's spoiled just in a different way from what they're thinking. ]

How about couches?

[ Since Foggy had suggested that before. The clerk leads them over to where a number of living room examples are set up, couches of course along with arm chairs, some sectional sets, foot rests and coffee tables with decor. Some include rugs and other rug options hang on the nearest wall. The styles range from modern and minimalistic to victorian and intricate. Matt clarifies for the clerk that he's blind and turns to Foggy for more specific descriptions. He only lets go of Foggy's hand when moving to sit down and test a couch or chair or stand up and it never takes long before they're linked together again. ]

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moving to action for the day of!

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yes hello I need to book an appointment, I have cavities

unfortunately all we have available is more sap

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