#[[ but well he's your Rick's Morty so he wants the brownie points xD ]]

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@advnterccs​ sent: Morty approaches the other Rick. Slightly hesitant and second guessing himself, but with force as well. As if he had a plan and he needed to complete it. "Uh, Rick, i-is it okay if you help me out with something?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, averting his gaze momentarily. "... I-I -- uh -- Christmas is so close a-and I wanted to give PM something but my Rick won't help me with it, so, uh, I-I was wondering if you could take me to get the thing I need for his gift." { to your Rick from my Morty // i got the idea randomly and i figured we could do a small thing with these two since we already have my Rick and your Morty doing the eggnog thing xD }

Rick frowned when the other Morty appeared in his field of view, even if he kept his eyes stubbornly locked on the TV. He could tell that the teen had something to ask, and he was obviously nervous about the kind of answer he might get, considering how he was fidgeting and almost squirming in his spot.

The scientist almost rolled his eyes at that. From his experience, that could mean two things. Either it was something that he would have hated or it was something embarrassing for the boy. He hoped that it was the latter. He had been trying to find a moment to watch this particular episode for days and, if it had turned out that he was was being bothered for something idiotic, the little shit had better be ready to run for his life.

“J-Just spit it the fuck out, Morty,” he grunted, still not looking at his other grandson.

However, as soon as teen found the courage he needed to make his request, Rick’s whole demeanour changed abruptly. Ice blue eyes quickly landed on the boy’s thin figure, the show that was still playing on the screen already forgotten, and he burst out into laughter.

“D-Damn, you need help to get my Morty a Christmas present?” He snorted once his hilarity had died down a little. Yet, his lips remained stretched in a mocking smirk. “Ho-How fuckin’ lame is that? Sh-Shit, no wonder you two are still pining after each other. Y-You’re both so goddamn awkward and helpless.”

He followed the words with an eyeroll, but then he kicked his feet off the coffee table, picked up the remote to turn off the TV and pushed himself on his feet. As much as he would have liked staying there and lazing around for the rest of the day, this wasn’t his Morty. It was his boyfriend’s Morty and he felt somewhat compelled to throw the kid an extra bone for that reason.

“A-Alright, little shit. I’ll help,” he agreed, arching his back to stretch his muscle. Then his hand landed heavily on the teen’s shoulder, gripping at it as he started to direct him towards the garage. “W-Where do you need to go to get the shit?”