#[[ also that little line about how your E-Morty sent it over 'cause he was afraid of how it would be received x3 ]]

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{ @thcpresidcnt || To your Evil Morty from my Evil Morty ! }

Just as the president's second-in-command would do tomorrow, Morty decided to send his gift off without being in person. Though, a day earlier. To save the trouble of being rejected. In case if it were to happen.

Hours prior, he managed to sneak in and leave the gift on his counterpart’s desk. It wasn't wrapped, leaving it there to be easily spotted. And how could anyone not spot it?

A singular rose laid there, crystalized in its entirety, down to the stem and leaf. The formation of it was rare. Not a typical type of crystal. It looked unusual, but beautiful all of the same.

Underneath it was a handwritten note. ‘Sorry I couldn’t deliver this in person, I had other matters to attend to. Enjoy the gift. For some odd reason, it reminded me of you. -- The President.’

Relations between him and his counterpart had been...proceeding. It was hard to tell just how much and how well, because they were both cryptic and vague about how they truly felt, but all considered it could have been worse. They were in friendly terms, despite the disagreements and the veiled threats that passed between them during their meetings.

Morty was inclined not to underestimate his other self’s seriously, because he knew himself too well not to do it, but he could also tell that, while real and concrete, the subtle warnings and intimidations also had an almost playful side to them.

It wasn’t that surprising. After all, what they had engaged with each other was a game. Dangerous, complicated, ambitious. But still a game nonetheless.

Yet, finding a package from his counterpart waiting for him when he came back into his office after a meeting that had kept him busy all night still managed to surprise him. And it wasn’t just any package. It was a gift. He had been planning to deliver a present for the holidays to the other president too, a symbol of approval for the progresses they seemed to have made so far, but he hadn’t expected to see his intentions reciprocated.

Especially not so thoroughly.

Careful fingers picked up the crystallised rose, turning it around to allow sharp amber eyes to study it. The petals caught the dim light of the office beautifully, reflecting colourful glimpses all over the smooth surface of the desk. It was indeed beautiful, in a way that was both elegant and ominous. After all, the petals were strong despite their thinness and the thorns were point enough to piece the skin.

Morty moved his attention to the note, reading each words carefully, lingering on the last sentence in particular. For some odd reason, it reminded me of you. So pregnant with meanings, flattering even, and yet also somewhat obscure.

“You certainly know how to keep me intrigued, other me...and that’s not something easy to achieve,” he mumbled to himself, lifting the rose just a little higher, close to his face. “I wonder where this might lead. And if you’ll be able to handle the consequences of your choices.”