#(alao let me know if I overstepped with your muse at all)

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

It was easy to forget that despite Wilford's... everything, he had been alive for a really long time. Probably anyway. If anyone were to ask him, he'd say that he was at least older than ten. Point was: he had been around the block a few times, and had some genuine wisdom rattling around in that noggin of his. Namely that this world (worlds? Timelines?) didn't make any goddamn sense, that they were -all of them- just putting on a show for the amusement of an unseen entity, and that the rules tended to favor those who embraced that fact with both hands. Case and point: it had been raining when Wilford ushered Morgan out of their apartment. He had rolled his eyes, sighed and like he was scolding a misbehaving puppy, told the sky "no". Just like that the rains parted above them like he had just opened an umbrella. He then produced two ice pops with a flourish and linked his arm with Morgan's, as casual as you please.

It had been a scary thing to face at first. The existential horror has nearly broken Morgan, but maybe it already had, considering how... Not "okay", but "fine" they were learning to deal with it. They'd still rally against the bullshit of course, but... Somedays they'd wake up as a space captain, or a prisoner and that was... Fine. They were fine.

Morgan sipped idly at their ice pop (cherry, because cherry was a good flavor despite what some people said) as Wilford explained his worldview. And there it was: The Warfstache Words o' Wisdom -trademark pending. They nodded along and cocked their head at the aforementioned pineapple cloud, drifting happily in the sky.

"This is why I listen to you and not Dark," they signed, ice pop dangling between their teeth. "The world doesn't need another Dark. Not that I'm gonna slap on a pair of suspenders and bowtie anytime soon, but you get my point." Hopefully he did, anyway.

"we're two sides of the same coin, right"

(tfw both are sunshine babies)

@xshatteredreflectionsx (Prompt from here)

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"I'm glad I've gotten ya ta takin' my point of view."

Was it March? Were they sitting on a park bench eating ice pops? Absolutely. How could Wilford resist? They were colourful! His - pink, obviously (because it's strawberry flavoured, obviously. The colour doesn't matter!) - was waved at Morgan as though it was an extension of his own hand.

"It's not easy ta get ta this point, but I think it's th' better place ta be. People'll look at ya an' think that yer all chirpy an' cheerful all th' time, so that means yer stupid or oblivious. They don't know it's not always th' way." A half-hearted shrug accompanied this. "Still, life is better when ya look up. See th' clouds up there? That one on th' left looks like a pineapple. But if ya resigned yerself ta feelin' nothin' but doom an' gloom, y'd just see it as a cloud, y'know?"