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Underwear! There were piles of underwear scattered about Murdock's cramped apartment. Underwear of all shapes, sizes and types. Boxers, tighty-whiteys, frilly lace pink ones. Those last he may have been kind of avoiding. But hey, underwear quality control inspector may not be one of the most glorious jobs in the world, but it did pay the bills ( Read more... )

This would make it final, wouldn't it? Afterwards his leaving would set in stone. No going back, no last minute changes ( Read more... )

The advantage of having girl parts for a second time around meant that it didn't result in freaking out. Mostly ( Read more... )

Murdock was in the kitchen making breakfast for himself and his two unexpected guests. Waking up with two extra bodies wasn't necessarily an odd thing for him, just that he hadn't gone to bed with them last night.

Things had become apparent when he couldn't find either his jacket or his hat.


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( So what do a Fire Mage )

Punch ( Read more... )

Murdock was glad his room had its own door, it meant that he could avoid running into his housemates. His bag was flopped onto his bed and Murdock himself flopped into the chair much like the bag had ( Read more... )

thunk thunk thunk ...

One of those little mini basketballs kept banging on the far wall as Murdock idly tossed the thing back and forth.

He was really putting off a phone call.

Every year for the past fifteen years, he'd always call the guys. Or them him. But this year...

Some guy named Stockwell was in the way.

THUNK!Ironically, the guys ( Read more... )

Murdock was sitting out on the front porch, writing a letter with Houston napping at his feet.

Dear Mom,It didn't matter that his mother had been gone since he was just five years old, it was the principle of the thing. Every year on Mother's Day he wrote her a letter. Or tried to call her. ...which never really worked too well. Telephones didn't ( Read more... )