#&& Elizabeth Midford || divinecanopus

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@divinecanopus sent: “Do you want to come along and explore? I think it would be delightful!” — Elizabeth to any Morty

Getting separated from Rick during adventures was nothing new to him. At times it was on purpose to achieve their goal more quickly, divide and conquer. Others it was by accident, especially if they were being chased by some monster or by the local authorities.

In that particular occasion, the teen had gotten in trouble with a guard after the two of them had split up. He had eventually managed to lose the man, also because he had been smart enough to swap his usual clothes for some that could fit that Victorian Era like world. Pity that it had led to him being completely lost.

The offer came unexpected, causing Morty to stop mid-sentence as he had been profusely apologising after having bumped into the girl. Judging from how she was dressed, she had to be some sort of young noblewoman, so he had expected a very different treatment from her part.

Realising that he was gaping, he hurried to close his mouth as he hesitantly considered his options. He was alone without any clue of how to go back to where he was supposed to be. He could have kept randomly wandering around the streets, maybe wait for Rick to find him instead, but who knows how long that would have taken.

Or he could have accepted the girl's offer and maybe eventually gotten some help to reach his intended destination. Besides, she seemed nice and she was very pretty.

"I-I...Yeah, I'd like that. I-If it's really not too much trouble for you," he eventually stuttered out, rubbing the back of his neck before offering her a nervous smile. "I-I'm not from around here, s-so, uh, it would be nice to see the area, I-I guess?"

How was he supposed to address her? Miss? Ma'am? Some formal title he wasn't aware of? Geez, he was already starting to feel awkward.

"M-My name is Morty...Mortimer." His official name seemed more appropriate for that dimension. "I-It's really nice to meet you."

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@divinecanopus sent: “Come with me! Let’s dance together!” — Elizabeth (to Morty)

When they had met, just a few weeks before, Morty had thought that he would have never seen Elizabeth again. Not because he hadn't enjoyed her company, because he had, perhaps a little more than he should have. However, usually he never had the chance to turn the encounters he made during adventures into something more concrete. He had assumed that the same would have happened with the young noblewoman.

As it had turned out, though, he had been wrong. And he was very thankful for it.

Not only Lizzie had insisted on seeing him again, once the time to part ways had come, but he had managed to convince Rick to let him go back to her dimension. It had cost him, because he had been forced to bribe the scientist, but for how he saw it, it had been worth it.

The invitation to the party had been a bit of a surprise, since they usually hanged out alone, but he had accepted it with little hesitation. Both because he was curious to see how aristocratic supposedly fun gatherings worked and because it would have meant spending more time with Lizzie.

Now that she had asked him to dance, however, he was starting to wonder if he had made the wrong choice.

"W-What? I...In front of everyone?" He asked, resisting as she tried to pull him towards the dance floor. "I-I don't think...It's not a good idea. I-I don't..."

Was a rich American supposed to know how to dance? Was it part of the education he was pretending to have? He had no clue. He really needed to do some proper research, or he would surely find himself in this sort of trouble again.

"I-I'm really bad at it. An-And I get...uh...stage fright, so..." He waved a hand instead of finishing the sentence. "Y-You should dance with someone w-who can make you look good. I-I don't want to embarrass you with...y-you know. My lack of skill."