#{ ic ; ✖ V-79 Rick }

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UNPROMPTED THANKSGIVING ASKS || always accepting

@evilmcg sent; Emeg serves her grandpa his special meal before serving her boyfriend morty a plate of salad and nothing more. Showing she cared but was still pissed at him. (evilmcg for emorty and rick v-79) @countlessrealities mentioned

When the plate of food was served, Rick sat up straight. He knew better than to just dig right into it. Not after the many scoldings that he received from the way he ate. So, he would wait until he saw Morty eat first.

Though, Morty's mind was elsewhere. No where near to even paying attention to his grandpa. Instead, he eyed the salad in front of him. Glancing over at her, he could tell she felt smug from how petty she was. If she wanted to play like that, then he would do the same.

He pushed the salad off towards the side, leaned onto his side where his counterpart sat next to him. Softly laid his head on that shoulder. Gazing up with sweet, innocent amber eyes.

"Can I have some of yours?" The words came out sweetly. "Apparently Meg only made enough food for you, your Rick and herself."

From across the table, Rick took the silent permission to grab the plate of salad and slid it over towards himself.

"M-Morty said that I could have his salad." Even if he didn't really want it, it was all part of the plan to get back at Meg. And, well, he was always on Morty's side first and foremost.

No matter if he cared for the small fight or not.

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Just barely outside the door of the lab, Morty leaned against the wall. He was in sight of his counterpart, but not so much where their Ricks could see. Further more, where his girlfriend's corpse laid. He waited for this moment. Yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything.

In fact, he didn't even want to be here. It was his Rick who dragged him there. Who reminded him that Meg would want to see him upon revival. That he and his counterpart would need to be there. For her sake, really.

And it wasn't as if he could watch what went on either. The operating table, his Rick next to certain tools. All of it brought back memories. Ones that he would like to forget. Another reason why he just wanted to go home. Meg could've easily reunited back with him at the office or his apartment.

A clearing of a throat knocked him out of those thoughts. Instead, he sunk further down onto the floor. Both his arms crossed of his chest, legs bent close to his body.

This was going to be a long day.

If one thing Rick was good at, it was following instructions. He easily adapted to another person's workflow and he never got in the way. It constricted his movements, but it was always a sacrifice he made. Some might call him a team player, but really, he was just that easy to maneuver and control. In these particular situations, at least.

Once the drug was administered, he set the vial down. In a way that was careful, unlike how he usually was, some place mindful. Only then to pick up a few tools as instructed. Continuing to follow his counterpart's orders. As to follow along the plan, to make sure that everything went as smooth as possible.

Besides, it's not as if he hadn't done this before. However, it was a lot easier this time around. It wasn't himself being resurrected and there was a clear method on what needed to be done. Which made things easier to handle.

It would only take several minutes. Closer to an hour, but he really didn't keep track of time. Not when he was so focused on every single step. So much so that he didn't realize how quiet he'd been.

When they were done, he took a step back from the operating table. Grey-blue eyes scanned the body before him. Glancing at Meg's face. Staring with expectancy of what would happen soon.

"I-I suppose it's the moment of truth now." He thought out loud, more so for is Morty to know that they were done. "Sh-She could wake up any minute now."

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The air in the lab was still and cold, saturated with the pungent smell of chemicals and disinfectant. Under other circumstances, there would have been other odours in the mix, coming from various experiments and test subjects, but Rick had made sure to remove any trace of his usual activities for the occasion.

Not only the procedure was delicate and demanded his utmost attention, but there was an emotional value to it. Not for him, of course, but for everyone else who was in the room with him. It seemed appropriated to treat it as a ritual.

The tools and devices he needed were already in place, perfectly aligned on the mobile side table set next to him, ready for use. He was very peculiar on how the instruments should be positioned, but he would have been more lenient about it today. After all, his counterpart would have been assisting him and he couldn't demand that the other knew every detail of his methods.

Grey blue eyes landed on the corpse that was lying on the operating table, studying it for a moment, blank expression unreadable. It had been perfectly preserved, as if mere seconds had passed from when her heart had stopped, but no one could have denied that this was a portrait of death.

The cold, naked flesh was too pale, closer to grey than to its usual rosy complexion. The hair was messy and spent, no trace of its usual volume and softness. The limbs were perfectly still and rigid. The face, unmoving and expressionless, was the biggest giveaway, even if he had made sure to close the eyes.

Holding a syringe in his gloved hand, Rick turned his attention on his other self, who was standing on the opposite side of the table.

"L-Let us begin," he spoke up, draining the vial of orange liquid that his counterpart was holding for him. "I-If any complication presents, I'll handle it myself."

Not that he thought that there would be any. It was a procedure he had perfected through the years. However, he knew better than being overly arrogant. In the unlikely case something went wrong, he would be ready.

Leaning against the whole, away from the too bright white lights, Morty watched in silence as his Rick injected the first drug in Meg's dead veins. Just as his second-in-command, his expression betrayed no emotion, even if his lips were pressed together in a thin line. A little hint that betrayed that he wasn't as unfazed as he was trying to look.

From his spot, he couldn't fully see the operating table, but he didn't need to when he could easily watch the procedure through his Rick's eyes. Literally.

Besides, even if he wouldn't have admitted it, he felt more comfortable remaining in the dim darkness. It made it easier for him to hide any reaction he might have against his will. Self-control wasn't something he lacked, but the feelings and the thoughts that had been festering inside him for weeks now had grown powerful and unpredictable.

Useless to say, the fact that he was conflicted about what was taking place in that moment didn't help. He would have never denied Meg the chance to be alive again. He could be cruel and he had been unfair to her plenty of times, but he would never cross such a line with someone he cared for. On the other hand, though, he couldn't stop thinking about how he would have soon be set aside, relegated to a background role while his counterpart and the girl were all over each other.

He had hoped that forcing them to put him at the centre of their world while she had been gone would have softened the blow that was about to come, but the knot that was squeezing his stomach in that moment told him that it hadn't worked.

Pathetic, that was what he was. Wounded by something as trivial as emotions. Perhaps this was for the best. It could have been his chance to walk away and get rid of the weakness that relationship had brought him.

A firm tug coming from the back of his mind snapped him out of his gloomy contemplations. He lifted his eyes just in time to meet his Rick's for a moment. No thought or gesture passed between them, but there was no need for it. He knew what he was being told.

Focus. Stay in the present. There would be time for everything else once he would have been alone, in the privacy of his flat.

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Tap tap tap, the pencil against the desk. "........ I seriously need to make more friends."

"Y-You do, you can't just keep clinging to your partners. Y-You should converse with others once in a while."

The pencil halts. In less than a second, he stabs the pencil right into the Rick's hand. "..... I'll try, but I can't make any promises."

Wincing at the sting of the object puncturing his hand, he casually lifted it up towards his chest. Coaxing the pencil out of his hand, allowing the blood to seep out of the wound and onto his clothes.

"A-Alright, good luck, Morty."

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[[ And the other pair xD ...technically I should have written homo/demisexual for my Weird Rick's sexuality, but someone is still in the closest -eyeroll- ]]

RICK V-79 COMPATIBILITY DASH GAME || accepting

There was one thing that looked off about the questionnaire. "Master, I-I know you look young, but I-I wasn't aware you went around telling people that you were," Which turned the tables on himself, he was used to dating older men back in his youthful days. Now, he was dating someone who appeared much younger than him. "I-If you think so, then I-I'll accept it,"

Now that was said, he could get onto the actual meat of the situation. "Th-This all seems accurate. However, I-I have yet to experience you lending me your clothes. I-I would gladly love to wear your shirts to bed when I sleep, i-it'll keep me very comfortable," Despite the romantic sense of the wording, he was very matter-of-fact, discussing it as if it was the most natural conclusion.

"A-And we haven't spooned very often, but I-I would like to try this with you. I-I want to see if you'd really be the big one," Sure, it sounded a little clumsy when he said that, but that was because the idea of doing things like that never appealed to him. Yet, he would do it. If it showed his Master how much he truly cared. "I-If you're free later, we should do this. As soon as possible. I-I'm impatient to see the results."

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Comfort questions for muses || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; 🧸 - What is your muse's comfort item? [[ Rick V-79 ]]

Without saying a word, Rick dug through his lab coat pocket. Gripping onto it to pull it out, he reached his hand out, opening his palm. He showed off a ring. The band was a faded and worn gold. A bright red ruby gemstone sparkled on top of it. Cut into a square.

He held it up to the middle of his face, focusing his eyes on it. As memories began to surface into the forefront of his mind. Bad ones. The kind that kept him silent and frozen.

When he was done letting it all play it out within his mind, he set it back into the confines of his lab coat pocket. Sticking his hand with it, playing with the ring from inside.

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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse. || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; 🌿 [[ the Evil Ricks bc why not u-u ]]

There was no coincidence here that the mistletoe hung above Rick's and his counterpart's heads. Prior to the visitation, Morty hung it up there. For more than one reason, and this was one of them. To make a fool out of him. Another game that they played. Just as they have done ever since they reunited. And oh, he wouldn't disappoint.

Blank grey-blues gazed at the festive decoration for a moment, flickering over at the presidents -- who minded their own business -- and he settled his eyes onto his counterpart. He would guess the tradition might be lost on him. It was for himself, too, until Morty's voice in his reminded him.

And now he was being pulled to complete the ritual.

"O-Other me, hold still," He warned, stepping into that personal space. "I-I apologize for any discomfort I might bring to you."

The words were followed up with a quick placement of his lips onto the other ones before him. He didn't know how to kiss any other way; passionate and heated. Sliding a tongue to explore the unfamiliar mouth. He would've treated this like any other hookup.

Except, it wasn't. There was something that ignited in his chest. Some kind of warmth. It was unusual to feel this way. In his 70 years of living, nothing brought him to feel this. Not until now.

Which made him pull back abruptly. His gaze betrayed the shock that he felt. A frantic look that was unusual to see. Yet, he couldn't help it.

"I-I have to go."

He ran straight towards the door and out of the office. Not going far, other than rounding a corridor. Standing in the hallway with his back against the wall. His hands hovered over his lips. As his heart raced, thinking about that warmth in his chest. It felt too foreign, too different. That he couldn't figure out what it meant.

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Rick V-79, what do you like about your Master? What do you like about your Morty? Would you ever let the two of them meet?

@countlessrealities -- mentioned

That was an odd question. For someone like him, at least. Rick usually kept these things said privately amongst the people he held attachments for. However, an anonymous mask wanted to be nosey. And he didn't have the filter to really put a stop to it.

"I-I like everything about Master -- his hair, his way of thinking, the things that he does, his body, th-the way he fucks me," Those were just the surface level things that he could think of on the spot. "H-He's my everything; my God, m-my owner," All listing things that were plain facts.

Then he took a brief pause. The question about his Morty was a difficult one to answer. There were more complicated feelings involved.

Besides, he hadn't seen the teen since he revived himself.

"I-I like some things about my Morty, for the most part, I-I hate him. He betrayed me a-and everything I had built for him -- but, I-I still want him," The why to that question would be saved for a later time. He didn't feel like getting into it right now.

"Y-Yes, I would. Perhaps Master can put the spoiled brat in his place, m-maybe he can do it better than I could ever have done," Pale blue eyes looking off to the side. "A-And maybe we can become a family, i-if Master allows it. I-If he doesn't, then we could kill him together."

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There's a subtle amusement in Morty's eyes. "Rick, are you scary?" He held his hand out, expectantly.

"I-I've been told that, yes." For a moment, he looked down at the hand. Only then to place his chin on top of it. Instantly receiving pets and scritches. As if he were some loyal cat. "I-I can be even more scary if y-you want me to, Morty."

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CONT || @shining-stxrs

Standing there in the corridor, Rick tilted his head. This look-a-like seemed unusual. Which only prompted him to want to get to know the other more. Besides, he had a feeling it had something to do with that third President Morty.

"Being suspicious, y-you're looking for someone, yes? I-I doubt that you'll find him here," He took a step forward. "I-I'm Morty's Rick, that's all you need to know about me."

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Kneels down in front of the TV screen. Unsure of what to do with it. He's craving to see the make believe actors go through a story. Though, he's never operated it. Not without Master's help.

But he can't exactly ask for it. Not right now. His Master was busy, so he'd respect that.

Instead, he would be pressing his finger against the screen, feeling the small spark of electricity tickle his fingerprint. As he looked for any type of mechanism to turn it on.

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NAUGHTY OR NICE?

So far you are on the "Nice" list, but you'd better watch out… Santa's checking his list twice!

"As if I can't just obliterate him, then there'll be no more lists to put anyone on."

The world could use more people like you, Rick Prime. Keep up the good work, and you'll make the Nice List every year!

"And they call me the villain?" No one needs to know that he's threatened the guy and almost killed Santa several times.

Wow Evil Rick, rescuing those Orphans from that burning building got you a free ride on Santa's Nice List for years to come!

"I-If by orphans, you mean the stray cats. Y-Yes, but I-I was also the one who started the fire. Though, I-I suppose arson can be overlooked if I saved those kittens." Blinks slowly a few times. "I-I'll take it."

E Rick, you must have been EXTRA nice this year. Santa has a smiley face next to your name on the Nice List!

"I-I try."

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IT'S RICK V-79'S BIRTHDAY || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; As promised, once the night had fallen and his official duties for the day were completed, Rick headed back to the other timeline to meet his counterpart. He didn't bother changing out of his uniform. He wasn't expecting to stay long anyway. He had no doubts that his other self had plans for his night.

They met in front of the main door of the other Morty's penthouse, as they had agreed. Mimicking what his counterpart had done earlier, Rick stalked forwards, stopping only when he had invaded his personal space.

"I-I have a gift for you," was all he said, before presenting a small device.

It looked vaguely like a pager, but it was obviously high tech, with an additional component, a holo-projector.

"I-It's a communicator and a tracker. I-I have another for myself. W-With this, you can contact me an-and find me anywhere, no matter where I am in the multiverse. An-And I can do the same."

He deposited the device in his other self's palm.

"W-We must stick together. A-Allies and friends."

[[ Bday ask from my Evil Rick to your Evil Rick! ]]

It was perfect timing on Rick's part, he figured since he would meet his counterpart outside the door, he would also get ready to go out as well. It wasn't as if his Morty wanted to spend his birthday with him anyway. Besides, it's been a while since he could be free to do as he pleased.

As he stood there, in the outfit he chose for the night, he watched as the other approached him in that familiar uniform. It made him a little envious. He wanted a uniform like that. Though, his Morty didn't believe in such things.

Tuning back in to his counterpart, his attention was drawn to the device. He held it in his hand, examining it carefully. Blinking a few times, he glanced up at the other to hear the explanation.

Stick together, allies and friends. That put a warmth within his chest. Something he's never experienced before. It came on too sudden, too fast. He almost thought it was indigestion.

Shaking that thought out of his head, he met with identical eyes before him. Only then to let his body act on it's own. Both of his arms enveloping his counterpart's frame, pulling in close to a hug.

He's never hugged anyone before. Not like this. Usually he was the one being forced into a hug. It was unlike him, but he couldn't help the overwhelming emotion that took over him.

"I-I will stick by your side, other me, y-you're my one and only real friend."

The words were whispered in the other's ear, pulling back, he took a glance in those identical eyes once more. Nodding in approval before stepping back.

"Th-Thank you, I-I must get going now. I-I will talk with you tomorrow. Goodbye."

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IT'S RICK V-79'S BIRTHDAY || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; So, the fatidical day had arrived. Rick had even set a reminder, to be absolutely certain that it wouldn't slip his mind, for any reason. Not that it could have possible anyway.

The previous day, his kitten had come to him and made an announcement about the upcoming anniversary. The matter of birthdays had already come up a few times, so he had already been aware of the precise date, but his alternate had believed that it should be mentioned again. Just as he had thought that the living room should be decorated for a proper party.

He was clearly excited. How cute.

His plan had been put into motion since dawn. Rick had hardly slept, which wasn't unusual for him, but this time it had been with a specific purpose. Namely, to get everything ready.

First and foremost, he had washed up and gotten dressed, picking a different outfit from his usual. Tight black jeans and a crimson shirt, which he had left fully unbuttoned. It was his kitten's special day, he should be allowed to ogle him at his heart's desire. He hadn't bothered with socks and shoes, preferring to stay barefoot, but he had put on some cologne and painted his nails black.

The next stop had been the kitchen, where he had made breakfast. Cappuccino, scrambled eggs and long pig (read: human) bacon. He wasn't a masterchef, but he could handle simple shit. There was a cake he had acquired too, but that would have been kept for later.

Once everything had been ready, he had set it all on a trail and headed for his alternate's room.

"Wakey-wakey, birthday kitten," he called out in a sing-song tone as he stepped in. "You're getting breakfast in bed today. How fuckin' spoiled are you?~"

The words might have seemed harsh, but there was no mockery in his tone, just a little teasing.

"I also have a present for you.~"

Said gift was pulled out, apparently out of thin air, once V-79 was seated the trail was in his lap. It was a small rectangular box, white with a simple pink ribbon. Inside there was a big vial, filled with a thick, black liquid.

"It's some of my special portal fluid. Use it, or mix it with your own, and no one will be able to track you."

No one but him, of course. There was no need to say it out loud. By now his alternate knew that he was stuck with him for as long as Rick would keep him alive. Forever.

[[ Bday ask from my Weird Rick for your Evil Rick !! ]]

The door to Rick's room woke him up from the light sleep he had been in. That familiar voice being what caused him to open his eyes. He checked the time. 4:23am. Just about the usual time that he would up. So, it wasn't too bad.

Though, he couldn't have said it wasn't a surprise.

Sat up, still in his sleep wear -- his usual black, long sleeved shirt and black underwear -- he rubbed at his eyes. A sleepy gaze fell onto the man that put the tray right in front of him. Over his lap. Which put the scent of the delicious food and the coffee in his direct line of sight.

Spoiled. That word echoed in his brain for a moment. Causing a certain delight to bubble up within his chest. A precious, spoiled rotten thing. That's who he was now. And he could be pleased with that.

"G-Good morning, Master," His voice was a bit hoarse from having just woken up. "Y-Yes, it looks very good, I-I wasn't aware that you could cook,"

And from how it smelled, his Master was very skilled at it. Just as expected. He knew his Master to be good at everything.

As he picked up one of the bacon strips, he placed it in between his teeth before he took the gift into his hands. He would open it with a quickness. Too eager to see what was inside of it.

The black liquid caught his eye, swirling it around, the viscosity similar to that of regular portal fluid. And upon hearing the explanation, it clicked in his mind. A way to hide himself out on his adventures. Clever.

Chewing on the bacon and swallowing it down, he silently maneuvered himself away from the tray. Only to kneel onto the bed, appearing eye level with his alternate. He made a haste grab at that crimson shirt, pulling the other closer to himself.

Grey-blues met with bright blues, faces close together. Sharing the same breathing bubble. For a moment, he thought about that shared kiss from a week ago, wanting to be the one to initiate it and have a repeat. However, he was in no position to demand such a thing. Not even on his birthday.

Instead, he let his fingers trace along the exposed chest. Smirking as he continued to hold eye contact. The longer he stared, the more confident his movements became, subtle flirtatious ones.

"Master, y-you've exceeded my expectations, a-and for that I'm very glad," His birthday was the one test for potential friends and lovers, if they failed, then he knew not bother with them anymore. "I-I'm pleased with this gift a-and for all of this, with you, I-I'm truly grateful a-and I'll be worshipping you even more now,"

Inching forward, he affectionately began to rub the side of his face against his alternate's face. Softly humming out a purr as he did. Usually he wasn't this soft with anyone. Not even with past romantic partners.

Yet, the man before him had a way of being that he's never encountered in his life.

Settling his forehead against the other's, he closed his eyes. "I-I wish you would let me have a taste of you, but that's something I-I will have to earn. For now, y-you need to know, that I'm starting to crave you in ways that are ravenous, even for my appetite."

And if it sounded as if it were something else, other than sex and lustful longing, than he wouldn't correct his Master's thinking. Instead, he would let the moment linger, let those words flutter between them. Just long enough until the other decided it was enough.

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UNPROMPTED/SORTA BIRTHDAY ASKS || accepting

@evilmcg sent; “If you haven’t killed that reporter morty yet I was hoping we could torture and murder him together. I want his head in a stick for what he said about me!” Evilmcg for v-79 rick

Well, Rick's assumption was right, hours ago wasn't the last time he would see Meg. Though, this time, her offer intrigued him. Torture and murder. On today of all days. It's as if the stars aligned to give them both the opportunity to do some bonding on a day that meant so much to him.

"I-I haven't killed him yet, I subjected him to some psychological torture, teaching him a lesson first a-about making wrongful accusations and spreading rumors," He shoved his hands down into his lab coat pockets. "So, yes, we can do it together. I-I would like to use this as a bonding activity to get closer to you."

Head tilted to the side, he glanced at her and then away to look straight ahead. "Follow me to the lab."

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IT'S RICK V-79's BIRTHDAY || accepting

@evilmcg sent; Meg offered with a beautifully wrapped present inside held some weapons she had specifically made for intense torture. (Evilmcg for v-79 rick)

This time, caught in the middle of the hallway, having just come back from the lab. Blood splattered all over his white lab coat. A sign that something sinister had taken place moments before. He didn't expect a second visit from Meg, but something told him this wasn't going to be the last time he saw her today.

He took the gift and tore it open. Only to reveal the box full of weapons. Ones that could be used for his experiments. If only she had given them to him an hour prior, he could have tried them out on his very willing, extra special victim.

"Meg, y-you're too kind," He sealed the box and put it under his arm. "I-I will use these often, thank you."

Then something pulled at his brain. Oh, right. "D-Don't go into Morty's office, he isn't there right now. H-He's unavailable for the rest of the day," He won't say why. It isn't her business. "Y-You can message him through the phone, though, he will answer. I-I'm sure of it."

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IT'S RICK V-79's BIRTHDAY || accepting

@evilmcg sent; “Happy birthday grandpa rick.” Meg spoke before unveiling his meal. A recent victim of hers that she cooked perfectly. Seasoned well and prepared bloody just how he liked it. On the side was a chocolate cake with happy birthday written across with some candles already lit for him. (Evilmcg for rick v-79)

Sat up in the cat bed, inside of Morty's office, Rick gazed at the girl for a moment. His grey-blue eyes followed the plate that was settled down in front of him. Bloody meat that looked perfectly seared on the outside. The aroma of it and the sight made his mouth water.

The cake wasn't what he focused on. While he liked sweets, it wasn't something that made him as ravenous as meat did. Though, it would be an excellent addition to the meal in front of him.

Before speaking, he blew out the candles from the cake, leaning forward as he did, looking up at her with glossed over eyes.

"Meg," He spoke with a confidence, firmer than most words he uttered. "Y-You're very sweet for this, I-I'm not worthy of your kindness."

Though, he felt as if he deserved it anyway. Deep down. No matter the awful things he's done to her beloved boyfriend in the past. He was forgiven and now a pet. Their shared pet and grandfather, it seemed. Interesting.

As he picked up the steak, he bit into it. Blood dripped down from his hands, along with the other juices, the mess getting all over his chin as well.

This was well made, as expected. Meg was a very good cook and he always liked eating what she made. Perhaps he'll have to gain access to a kitchen to make something for her in turn. One of these days.

"Th-Thank you." He spoke after swallowing a bite, instantly going back to eating. "Y-You can stay if you want, I-I would like your company."