#{ 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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Watching his alternate become caught off guard made Rick tilt his head a little. His lips threatened to twitch into a smirk. Cute. Such a powerful man getting a little surprised at some pet play. How fascinating. He'd have to take a mental note of it.

He proceeded to watch the other begin to laugh. Staring with blank, pale eyes. Observing every reaction, cataloging it into his mind's database. As if he were mentally recording it for future reference.

"Y-Yes, I-I thought I could show you how much of a kitten I can be," He gently pushed the bell on his collar with his finger, letting it jingle for a moment. "I-I wanted to be cute for you."

Once the laughter died down, he followed the other's movements with his gaze. His eyes lingered on that lap, looking at the crotch specifically. Just for a moment. It was a habit that he tended to do. Unable to really help himself.

He took a step forward. There was no hesitation, he wanted to sit on that lap. Maybe then he could feel some closeness with his Master. It's something he craved. Other than sex. That physical intimacy that would lead to nothing more than just warmth against his body.

However, he was a cat right now. He couldn't appear too eager. That's not what cats did.

So he took another step forward. His eyes going over to look at the unfinished project. He took just a minute of silence to admire the mechanics of it, even if he didn't understand what it was meant to be just yet. And after that, he began to move.

Circling the chair, he let his hand delicately dance along that shoulder, then carefully grazing his fingertips along the back of that neck, only to appear on the side of his Master. "I-I'd like that a lot, Master," He finally answered.

Swinging his leg over that body, he planted himself on that lap, straddling him. He pressed his body against the other's, making himself smaller by curling up, nuzzling against that neck. Both of his arms tucked between their chests.

He felt as if he belonged right where he was. Softly purring from his throat. It sounded similar to that of a cat. Slightly more hoarse and a bit feral. Though, it was all the same to him really.

Tonight was going to be a good one. He could already tell. Safe, protected, and cherished. That's all he really wanted.

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They hadn't known each other long, yet, but Rick insisted on getting things to a certain place. Even if it meant he would have to push himself onto his alternate.

Without a word, he approached the other, wearing a collar. Thin, pink leather with a white bow and a bell adorned on it.

Staring with a straight face, he softly purred and let out a "Meow."

{ To your Weird Rick from Rick C-151 // 🤦‍♀️ }

The last thing Rick had expected that night was to be interrupted while he worked on his latest weapon. After so many years of living alone, without the consistent company of another living being, he was used to having all the peace and quiet he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

The few live test subjects he kept with him didn't really count, especially since he tended to leave them in stasis when he wasn't using them.

So, his first reaction to hearing approaching steps was to reach for the gun he always carried on him. The moment his hand touched the handle, however, he was suddenly reminded that he these days he shared his lodgings with a new "buddy".

It also made him think about why he had ended up with such a living situation, but that was something he pretended to forget most of the time. It was easier on his pride.

Not that he would have had any time to be soured by the memory right now. The moment his gaze landed on his alternate, every other thought vanished from his mind.

Bright blue eyes widened, locking on the collar, and his mouth fell open, looking like it didn't know what kind of sound it was supposed to make. He was shocked, something that was very, very hard to achieve.

Then came that purred "meow" and suddenly Rick was snapped out of his stasis, his shoulders starting to shake as he burst out into laughter. This was fucking surreal and absolutely hilarious. Yes, also oddly endearing.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, barely keeping himself from hiccuping snorts in-between words. He couldn't stop snickering, this was too good. "You really took that pet name at heart!"

Huffing out a heavy breath, as he finally managed to calm down his hilarity, he wiped the corner of his eye before sitting in his chair a little more straight. One glance in the direction of his unfinished project, and then he looked back at the other.

"But I can't deny such a cute display, can I?" His voice came out lower, almost echoing his alternate's purring. "If you want to be a good kitten so bad for me, then come here and sit in my lap while I work. I'll pet you.~"

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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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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?

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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."

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The office went quiet and there wasn't anyone around. Except for the president and his grandfather. Perfect. He could go about with his plan without any interruption. Just as he hoped. Which also meant that no one else would have to know about this small exchange.

As he stood up from the desk, he walked over to the main doors, locking them. That way he could make sure they would be alone for at least the next several minutes or an hour. Depending on how long this would take.

He moved off towards the side. To a small sitting area, just a loveseat couch that was next to a rather large bookshelf. "Rick, come here," He commanded as he sat down.

Hesitant grey-blue eyes eyed the teen from over in the large cat bed. He didn't want to move, but he couldn't exactly say no to the president. Not anymore, at least. He'd been conditioned perfectly to follow every order.

So, he rose from his spot, stretching a little before making his way to the same couch that Morty sat on. He kept his distance, but he was comfortable. As to show that he wasn't hostile at all.

A softer look appeared in those amber eyes. Timid, familiar. Ones that he only held for his grandpa and no other figure like him. It was out of habit. Even if he had changed, he couldn't shift the way that the older man made him feel.

"Grandpa," He spoke in a more casual tone. "It's been a while since I've celebrated your birthday and you've been nice to me so far, you've done everything I've asked of you and you've earned a spot in my life,"

From the end table beside the couch, he took the wrapped up gift box. Covered in gold wrapping paper with a pink silk bow on top. He pushed it forward onto the man's lap.

"I would never say something like this to you in front of anyone, but despite it all, I love you, you're my only grandpa and no one could ever replace you," Replacements weren't needed when he thought the man had been dead. And E-Rick was merely just a tool for him to use. Nothing remotely close to family. "So, open your gift, enjoy the day off to do whatever it is you want to do."

Taking the box, Rick blinked a few times to process the old familiar switch in dynamic. This was just like Morty. To show a glimpse of vulnerability only when they were alone. As to make sure that he could be reminded that he still had what they used to be; best friends, family, in such a twisted, hateful way. Dysfunctional in every sense. Yet, it only made sense to them and it's how they wanted it.

If he were anyone else, he would be touched by the words. However, all it did was enforce the idea that he wasn't allowed anywhere else. He was the Citadel's pet now. Just an accessory for Morty to say that he controlled two Ricks. To get ahead of every regular Morty.

"Th-Thank you," Was all he said in reply before turning his attention back onto the gift.

Unwrapping it, he was presented with a lighter shade of black box. He opened it to see what was inside. Revealing several things. All carefully wrapped in pink and white tissue paper.

As he took his time to unveil the items, his eyes made the subtle movements of widening each time. A brooch pin, metal, in the shape of the Citadel's signature logo, bedazzled with tiny white pearls and diamonds. A sleek, stylish pen that was a dark pink with a glossy, glittery finish. A watch that had some portal fluid inside, glowing green and revealing much more than just telling time. And finally, a note that he wouldn't read out loud.

Turning his gaze back onto the teen, he leaned forward, reaching out to give a small, lighthearted flick to the other's nose. "Morty," The name was said in a sweeter way than most of the words he spoke were. "Y-You shouldn't have, but I will treasure this, as always,"

Standing up, not without setting the items back inside, he glanced at the door. "L-Let's go to the lab, we'll be done before your next meeting. I-I won't take too long."

Morty took in a deep breath. "Alright, I'm trusting you with this." He stood up then.

It may be unconventional, not traditional by any means, but this is what worked for them. A familial bond that one could never break. And now, it'll forever remain theirs.

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Send IC naughty fantasies that your muse wants to do to/with my muse and my muse will try to guess who it’s from. || accepting

anon sent; (IC naughty fantasies meme, for V-79 Rick ... if you can call this one "naughty") "You know what would be a fun game, k...Rick?~ If I put a pretty pink bow around your neck and take you to have a walk at the park." Cue to a fit of snickering. "Who knows, maybe someone we'll try to give us shit for it and we'll get to hunt you a fresh meal as a bonus..."

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The way the suggestion was presented caught Rick off guard. He wasn't sure why his Master was hiding. It was obviously him. That one pronounced syllable gave it away and the content as well. If this was some random guy, it would've been much more vulgar.

"I-I'd love to go on a walk, will I be wearing a leash?" He's assuming this was part of the pet roleplay that they've somehow fallen into. Unless, his Master was joking about it. "I-If anyone dares to judge us, we can kill them together,"

That idea got him purring, a low guttural sound in his throat. "A-And after we can have dinner together, I-I'll cook us a nice meal~"