One day....I'll see Ho-oh....

"Yes, for you. But what about me? Seems unfair on my part, don’t you think?"

"You get to hang out with me though! Sounds pretty awesome, hunh?"

There’s a word she never liked. They were oh so easy to make and so hard to keep. “I promise I’ll try as hard as I can not to leave so suddenly, ok?”

He just stared at her silently for a few moments, not breaking eye contact. It was probably a little creepy. Finally, he nodded. "Okay." He then held up his pinkie finger.

Cue a nervous, embarrassed and shameful laugh. “I’m sorry, sweetie. It won’t happen again as far as I can help it.”

"Oh, I missed you too," she cooed, rubbing the boy’s hair, "I’ve been traveling some, catching up on some much needed reading, writing. The usual things."

"Ah, that makes sense. I just got kinda worried, ya'know? Because you left without sayin' telling me anything. And then you didn't come back for a while."

!!!!!!!!!! Of course she’s just going to wrap her arms around the boy as tight as she can, smile as bright as ever.

He actually wiggles happily in her lap, a small laugh slipping out. "I missed you, Mama! Where have you been?"

…… Good point. "Touche………How old are you anyways?”

"If I did I’d probably be yelled at by about fifteen people is all. You’re just not old enough."

"I have a feeling that getting yelled at hasn't stopped you before, so why now? C'mon, I'm plenty old enough."

"I never said I wouldn’t, I’m just not going to explain it now."

"Ah, you'll actually tell me? Why can't you do it know?"

"Too bad, kiddo. It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"Aw, c'mon. Isn't this the kind of wisdom you're supposed to be passin' on to me?"

Morty couldn't help the wide grin that showed on his lips. "Thanks, crazy Uncle, I owe ya one." He hopped on foot to foot a bit, eager to get looking. "He's life-size, so he's about four feet tall. Don't ask me how I lost him, because I have no idea. His color's kinda faded a bit too."

"Oh… no! Please, do not cry." He grew flustered when he saw tears in the child’s eyes, taking out a handkerchief to hand over to the younger blond. "Here, please wipe your eyes. There is no reason to cry."