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Martin’s vision swims a bit with tears and pain, but he’s not about to let this [human?] man see that, so he scrubs his eyes bashfully, and chooses to apologize.

“I’m terribly sorry, I’m just not in my right mind today. I should have been looking where I was going.”

Eyes clearer now, he glances up, only to freeze in his place, and blink. Commander 5?

Surely not....

There are many dimensions, and there’s no reason to suspect this Rick is the same one he just so happened to serve under in the past.

“You’re a Rick?” He says simply, feigning unfamiliarity in the hopes that the man won’t really recognize him either.

Since his surgery it’s safe to say he’s been a bit sore. However, not in pain, which he guesses is all that he can hope for at this stage thanks to the painkillers he’s been prescribed. The downside of them though is that it makes it difficult for him to focus, so as he paces the stalls of an intergalactic market while his boyfriend works an assignment, he isn’t really paying as much attention as he should be. Which isn’t an entirely good idea when you’re a comparatively small, soft, injured human wandering about a somewhat shady part of town.

More absorbed in studying a sweets stall as he walks, he slams headfirst into a barrel chested body, and yelps as the sudden jolt causes a great degree of pain to his healing injury.

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Since his surgery it’s safe to say he’s been a bit sore. However, not in pain, which he guesses is all that he can hope for at this stage thanks to the painkillers he’s been prescribed. The downside of them though is that it makes it difficult for him to focus, so as he paces the stalls of an intergalactic market while his boyfriend works an assignment, he isn’t really paying as much attention as he should be. Which isn’t an entirely good idea when you’re a comparatively small, soft, injured human wandering about a somewhat shady part of town.

More absorbed in studying a sweets stall as he walks, he slams headfirst into a barrel chested body, and yelps as the sudden jolt causes a great degree of pain to his healing injury.

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Twenty Icebreakers

“My name’s [Name] and I’m being chased, can I hide in your house?”

“OH MY GOD YOU HAVE THE CUTEST PET!”

“I need [booze/energy drink/food/etc.] and I’ve run out so I broke in, please don’t hurt me.”

“If you find jelly by your fence or in your yard, it’s because I’m making jelly with sprinkles in and, considering me, it’ll probably be shit. Also, hey neighbour, this is the first time we’ve talked.”

“This isn’t my house, is it?”

“In my defence, you and my [friend/child/other relation] look the same.”

“I thought this was my house and that I got locked out and that’s why I’m crying on your doorstep, don’t mind me.”

“Don’t drunk me, I’m mind.”

“Can you help me find me my [pet/friend/child]?”

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE, I AM ARMED… with… an invISIBLE SWORD! YAH!”

“I was intending to meet you but not like this.”

“So… [insert topic muse likes].”

“I hate small talk but that’s cause I don’t know how to talk.”

“I heard you [like/don’t like] pineapple on pizza and I’ve never said hi but I’ve written an essay on why your opinion is wrong and it’d be rude to not listen.”

“Why did you invite me in your house?”

“I’m only here for the animals.”

“Children frighten me.”

“This is why I’m going to Hell.”

“Out of all the train seats you could have chosen, you had to choose one next to the total stranger, A.K.A: me.”

“I need to burn my [phone/laptop/etc.] and my fireplace won’t work and I don’t have a lighter.”

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He doesn’t quite know what he’s thinking...but now that he’s a bit more dry eyed and calm than he was a moment ago, with much thanks to his boyfriend, he rests his head on the arm of his couch and sends:

[text to rabbit’s Old phone]: Hey...I miss you

A response of course doesn’t come...and he hates that he’d hoped, for just a moment, that one might.

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J16? What's new...

He frowns, feeling nervous. Did Rabbit have a breakup? He hadn't seemed upset with his romantic situation...

He rubs his achy head and decides he should probably go, even though he feels like shit and portal hopping keeps making him nauseous.

Eli isn't home, so he leaves a note, before making a portal to the other dimension and hopping through.

The phone rings and a message is left from an unknown number. "Th-this is Martin, I w-was supposed to meet Rabbit for l-lunch today, but h-he never showed up and his ph-phone is dead, is he okay? Th-this is one of his b-boyfriend's numbers right?" - Morty-in-Crisis

The message from the unknown number sent shockwaves of pain through the man’s heart. He had been trying to do better since this had happened but hearing the message play over and over only made things worse. This poor soul didn’t even know of his late boyfriend’s demise. Still, he ended up texting the number back.

{TXT}: sorry I didn’t get back to you, Rabbit…He’s not here anymore. I can explain better in person, if you want to visit the house. It’s in J16Z7.

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Reblog for a starter w Martin

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will i be sad forever?

i don’t want to be. 

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In his fevery haze, Martin’s emotions sort of flit about, so his momentary sadness is replaced by joy at Lace's somewhat genuine smile.

He smiles shyly back, wringing out his hands, as he forgets, quite literally,that the food on the table even exists.

The living room is quiet, save for Lace's footsteps and Martin's soft breathing. Lace is holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup - enhanced vegetable-, alien chicken noodle soup - as he looks down at G lying on the sofa. "Hey, sweetness," he says quietly, "Sit up? I got food for you."

G flinches, having zoned out a moment. But flicks his gaze down to Lace, frowning.

“I’m pretty tired.”

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The irritation on Lace's part stabs like a knife because he knows it's justified.

He takes too much and gives nothing back.

"Thank you, Lace."

He hesitantly pulls himself up with wobbly arms and rubs his fevery face.

The living room is quiet, save for Lace's footsteps and Martin's soft breathing. Lace is holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup - enhanced vegetable-, alien chicken noodle soup - as he looks down at G lying on the sofa. "Hey, sweetness," he says quietly, "Sit up? I got food for you."

G flinches, having zoned out a moment. But flicks his gaze down to Lace, frowning.

“I’m pretty tired.”

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The living room is quiet, save for Lace's footsteps and Martin's soft breathing. Lace is holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup - enhanced vegetable-, alien chicken noodle soup - as he looks down at G lying on the sofa. "Hey, sweetness," he says quietly, "Sit up? I got food for you."

G flinches, having zoned out a moment. But flicks his gaze down to Lace, frowning."I'm pretty tired."

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Reblog if your muse always needs SNUGGLES… but only receives STRUGGLES.

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starter call!

[like/reblog for a starter from lace! i won’t be able to get to them until the morning, but still! if you want a flower boy in your inbox, like/reblog!]

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The first thing he notices is that someone tucked him in on the couch...Eli, maybe? No, Eli's working.

The second is how dreadful he feels, Lace's medications wearing off. He probably slept through his dose.

Petting the soft blanket, he realizes it's not one of his. Did he faint again...?

"L-lace are you here?" He calls, so softly though, that the other Morty wouldn't have heard if he was.

And then he notices the Rick and chokes.

"Get out!"

It's his first reflex.

Martin is a Morty, meaning he’s typically quite clumsy as it is. However, right now, with his fever still climbing at just under 38 degrees c. he really can’t keep himself upright. So, when he sees the Rick walking by the safehouse he panics.

Eli always makes crowbars look easy to use, but with a wobble in his vision all he manages to succeed in doing is trip over his feet and slam into the guy. Falling flat.

Better than a crowbar at least.

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reblog if your muse is vegan / vegetarian

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Martin is a Morty, meaning he's typically quite clumsy as it is. However, right now, with his fever still climbing at just under 38 degrees c. he really can't keep himself upright. So, when he sees the Rick walking by the safehouse he panics.

Eli always makes crowbars look easy to use, but with a wobble in his vision all he manages to succeed in doing is trip over his feet and slam into the guy. Falling flat.

Better than a crowbar at least.

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“Do you think...” Sentence Starters

“Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

“Do you think it’s cooked all the way?” 

“Do you think somewhere out there, there’s aliens?” 

“Do you think it’s broken?” 

“Do you think you can fix it?” 

“Do you think at all before you speak?” 

“Do you think it’ll rain?” 

“Do you think we’ll find it?”

“Do you think someone around here will have directions?” 

“Do you think they’ll be open at this hour?”

“Do you think we should leave?” 

“Do you think we should go?” 

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” 

“Do you think they’ll be serving alcohol now?” 

“Do you think I could eat this entire thing in one sitting?” 

“Do you think we have a connection between us?” 

“Do you think if we met differently, we’d be friends?” 

“Do you think if we met differently, we’d be enemies?” 

“Do you think there’s alternate universes out there?”

“Do you think this book is good?”

“Do you think this movie will be good?” 

“Do you think we’ll become friends?” 

“Do you think I can afford this?” 

“Do you think there’ll be a kiss in the future?” 

“Do you think we should go out on a date?” 

“Do you think I can make that jump?” 

“Do you think I could have a hug?” 

“Do you think we’re lost?” 

“Do you think a movie and some popcorn at my place sounds good?”

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Misc. angst starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the hospital?”

“I’ve been alone my whole life…”

“I thought you were different.”

“Everything is falling apart!”

“The police said they couldn’t find anything…people are dead!”

“I can’t believe this is happening to me again.”

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Listen to me! Everything is NOT going to be fine!”

“I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

“I cried so much last night that I dried out my face.”

“You just make everything worse.”

“We were supposed to be friends, and now we’re not.”

“Are you going to rip my heart out again?”

“Just go. I’d feel better.”

“…what are you covered in?”

“Nothing I do is right, apparently.”

“There’s got to be a way out of this…I just can’t find it.”

“How can I tell him/her/them the truth? I’ve told so many lies.”

“You’re nothing but a liar.”

“I’m not going to turn my back on him/her/them!”

“You don’t have to stay. I understand.”

“Don’t think I’ll forget about this.”

“You just don’t understand what it’s like.”

“I’d die happy if I could just get my revenge.”

“I didn’t CHOOSE this! It’s just my life, okay?!”

“Come on…don’t die on me..”

“Just because I put on a smile doesn’t mean I’m happy.”

“Your mouth tells me one thing, but your eyes tell me another.”

“I’m not the person I want to be.”

“Why couldn’t you just be careful for once in your life?”

“My heart is darker than the night sky.”