[open] bright as the day fresh as the moon and stale as the hay

[iustitiae]

i - @ the supermarket
at your favorite tesco (but probably in city of london or enfield), at any time during the month

[look, everyone's gotta shop for groceries. connor's lists have gotten undeniably weirder in the last few months, offering to pick up things for his witch friends ("friends" - friend, in the singular, that's soeki) while here's there. most of this stuff honestly feels like a joke (candles and sage and he's honestly wondering if they're going for eye of newt and toe of frog next), but connor's a good friend and if he's going to be at tesco anyway he can pick up stuff for his buddy.

along with, you know, the usual - good looking produce, the atlantic, condoms, new lightbulb for the broken fixture, cold cereal, pasta, eggs. if you need help reaching something on a shelf, just want random commentary on your life choices, or happen to recognize connor from somewhere (his tinder account? maybe you already know him? the possibilities are endless) this prompt is for you.]

ii - @ the courthouse
city of london, towards the end of the business day.

Shit --

[this is connor, running through a crowd like an asshole, trying not to bump into anyone (but offering "sorry!" if he does, i mean he's not devoid of manners). he's carrying a briefcase with a brief from his boss/professor in it, one that the deadline is approaching, in about thirty minutes, says a quick look at his watch. according to her it was their fault the brief was running so late and despite the wonderful world of the internet, this particular magistrate believed in hard copies, thank you so they'd drawn straws and connor had lost. "good luck with rush hour foot traffic!" yeah, thanks.

he manages to compose himself enough that when he hands the papers off to the clerk (with five minutes to spare!) he doesn't look like a total wreck. mission thusly accomplished has a minute to take a break, relived that he managed to not screw this up and get in her bad graces.

another day, another crisis, right?]

iii - wildcard
[you probably know how this one works! if you want a specific prompt by me let me know that, too.]

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[devilsavocado]

It never is. But I prefer helping people on a more personal level, so it suits me fine.

[ Starving to death on a paycheck that is certainly not worth the hours? That's fine. He has a side job fighting crime, anyway. ]

[iustitiae]

I understand. I'm actually interning with a defense attorney. She makes it work out for her.

[i mean what doesn't annalise make work out for her truly, but.]

[devilsavocado]

Yeah, exactly. We make it work.

[ He grins, turning his head towards the clerk, a way's off. ]

Even if it means making our interns run through a crowded courthouse to deliver some papers on time.

[iustitiae]

Hey, in my defense I did make it on time.

[i mean the clerk is literally packing up for the day but the papers are safely delivered, so!!]

[devilsavocado]

You're better off than me. I have to submit requests for braille documents days in advance sometimes.

[ If only everyone worked as fast as unpaid interns! ]

[iustitiae]

But they take care of it, right?

[devilsavocado]

They have to. No one wants a disability suit. It's bad press.

[ Matt may be an honest lawyer but he sure as hell isn't against raising a stint in the name of justice and equal rights. ]

[iustitiae]

That's a case you'd be sure to win. And get a lot of money in the process.

[devilsavocado]

And that's... why they don't risk it.

[ He laughs. Plenty of people have asked him why he doesn't make more money off the blind thing. Maybe if he didn't have all his powers, he would. Just feels like he'd be taking advantage otherwise. ]

Kinda wish they would, some money would be great.

[ rip Matt's finances, all his money goes into his suits ]

[iustitiae]

So you're in solo practice, then? Not that there's a lot of money in defense in general.

[unless you're good old annalise keating. but there's a lot of downsides to being her. being around her. being connor.]

[devilsavocado]

Yeah, that's right. Wouldn't do it if I was in it for the money.

[ Matt keeps his illegal stuff separate from his law work, he's no Annalise, that's for sure. ]

[iustitiae]

That's a better view than you'll find for a lot in this profession.

[devilsavocado]

[ He sighs. He's definitely been called a fair share of charity-related names for it. ]

I know. It's partly why I'm the only lawyer in my practice. Hard to find a partner who'll put 'the right thing' over making money.

[iustitiae]

[he didn't mean anything by it, it was more just an observation.]

Yeah? Are you picky about your cases, too?

[devilsavocado]

[ Yep, you got him, Connor. ]

Well, I try not to defend people who are obviously guilty...

[ Or guilty at all but Connor doesn't need to know that. ]

[iustitiae]

Everyone deserves a fair trial.

[this is the point in this conversation he's checking out, not pushing the point.]

[devilsavocado]

Of course. But justice should ultimately be served, is what I mean.

[ And by justice Matt means 'bad guys go to jail or get fined.' ]

[iustitiae]

With the right sentence, yeah.

[he looks down at his watch. matt is too beautiful to get ruined by chasing this conversation down the rabbit hole of where it's clearly going.]

I've gotta go, my boss is waiting to hear that everything was filed properly.

[devilsavocado]

Of course. I won't keep you.

[ Oh, Connor, if only you knew how far the rabbit hole goes. ]

Good luck with your boss. And keep at it, I'm sure it'll all pay off in the end.

[ One day you too can be a cool lawyer, Connor. ]