More Art Than Science

    ❝ What the hell are you doEUGHing? ❞

          ( Oh joy.                 He’s managed to stumble across a Morty;                Who left him here, wandering this alien bazaar, where he could be killed? )

              ❝ Don’t - don’t touch that! It’s a kla-klaxor crystal, it’ll make you think you’re a mindless photosynthesizing sunflower - and then who’ll explain that to your Rick, hu-huh? Not me. Certainly not the vendor. Definitely not you when you’re standing there trying - trying to eat sunlight. Do us all a - a favor and keep your hands to yourself, Morty. ❞

          ( Well shit. )

       ❝ Y’know that - you keep looking like that and your face might get stuck. That is if - if - if it isn’t already. Can it get stuck on - on ‘idiot’, because if not, hoo-boy. Just stop scowling already and say something. I’m not exactly in the mood for some stereotypically evil looking alternate to - to just sit there and stare before fucking up what’s so far chalked up to be a terrible day. ❞

    ( Well if this isn’t a sight.               Part of him is confused but mainly unsure.              Trepidation - that’s the word, right?              Whatever. His fingers itch for his flask, as always. Maybe this isn’t HIS Unity.                        Could he ever be so lucky? )

         ❝ ... Unity. ❞

          ❝ UGHhhh         ❞

( He should really stop drinking;         Rick’s been drinking wayyyy too much - and hell, he’s an alcoholic.         That’s saying something. It’s some kind of bar,         the air thick and heady and thankfully not too crowded.         Not crowded enough that he doesn’t notice the suddenly         disturbingly familiar face at the bar. His face. )

                       ❝ What - what am I doing here? ❞

               ( Rick slides up easily, flask in hand. No outside drinks his ass.                  -    As a dissenter of the Citadel, his words are more snark than anything. )

going offline for now! school and such, but I’ve got starters drafted forrr;;

@riickdiculous @unitii @pxcifrisktic @ddd-dre @impenetrableshiield && @rickslaughter

      ( Music.    Rick’s a BIG fan of music - don’t get him wrong; but it has to be a certain kind of music.    His kind, that’s to say. But when roaming the streets of such a big city,    car parked blocks away and his labcoat filled with change as the night melted to day,    most things you saw became... dismissable. But not a skeleton with a guitar.    So brightly intriguing in whatever dimension he’d managed to get spit into this time. )

                              ( so he stops. )

       ❝Do I - Do I look sick or... It’s called being druurrrpnk. Not sick.❞

     Oh just the look on the other’s face, it made Dev laugh as he kept his magic out. 

          “Public place or not, it’s great ta let these babies out just ta see the looks on other’s faces–I mean your face, it’s so damn good!”

       ❝ Okay, first - first of all, I’m taking that as a compliment. Yes, my face is “so damn good”, thEUGHank you. Secondly, fair, the cold air dooooes feel great shitless, but that - what that doesn’t excuse is how cruel that is. Letting out a banging pair of tits just to see the look - c’mon, there’s gotta be better reasons than that. ❞

        ( A beat.   He’s not actually that upset. more so embarrassed at how caught off guard he was.   Rick’s seen some pretty crazy shit, but a skeleton with boobs wasn’t on his Monday bucket list.  )