The Struggle of the Smuggle

"You still have a Jerry? Crazy how many of you keep that guy around; we released ours back to the wild before Morti could talk."

She took out her portal gun.

"Must be nice. I'm on my third Jerry at this point. They're like hydras but more annoying. Get rid of one and another takes its place." To be fair, one of the Jerrys was a mix up but that was beside the point.

Ricky shot a portal and lead the way through it, stepping to the side so he could come in past her. She looked around for a moment, taking in the smells. Seemed decent enough, but she'd have to wait til she tasted the food to know for sure.

//drew a full body thing for Fujo in his 30s!! I love him a lot a lot

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"So... How would you feel if I stayed here tonight? Nothing funny; we stay in separate rooms. But that way, I can see that you go to bed." She was pushing her luck and she knew it, but there was just too much temptation to call his bluff.

E was right about to give her his mind, but she moved on and so did he, because he liked what he had heard. "We should go to this Arcade K once took me to. They had old games, new games, it was a lot of....fun." He stopped petting Blake and he could move around freely, instantly jumping on Ricky's shoulder. "But I can't go to the Arcade," he said clearly disappointed. "You can't," Rick confirmed.

Ricky brightened again when E suggested the arcade and even a little more when Blake comes back over to her.

"I would love to go, arcades are always a good time." She gave a quizzical look however, reaching up to pet Blake some more. "Why can't Blake come? I bet we could make him seem like some kind of service animal?"

"It's out of question. I would gladly go with you, but Blake has to stay."

And Blake knew. He would come along hidden as always, unable to join the fun.

Blake flies into Rick's face leaving a funny sight for Ricky. Quite understandable though, since E didn't seem to care about Blake right now.

"Riiiiiicckkkk."

She stands up herself, starting to pick up the plates from the takeout. "Alright, now is good. Let's clear this up really quick so you don't get ants." She didn't wait, taking the dishes to the kitchen sink.

"Really?! That would be nice."

E set Blake down to help Ricky. "If I get ants it's because of the stain on the carpet," he teased. "You can leave the pillow here, I promise ou can get it after."

He was hurrying and just put it in the sink.

"Alright, done. I'll get something real quick and then we can go. If you want to say goodbye to Blake, you should now."

She grabbed a vial from her purse, dumping an enzyme on the stain. It was developed for blood but it would absorb any organic material and disappear without leaving residue. She would explain this if E complained, but if he was heading into another room, he might not have even noticed her.

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"So... How would you feel if I stayed here tonight? Nothing funny; we stay in separate rooms. But that way, I can see that you go to bed." She was pushing her luck and she knew it, but there was just too much temptation to call his bluff.

E was right about to give her his mind, but she moved on and so did he, because he liked what he had heard. "We should go to this Arcade K once took me to. They had old games, new games, it was a lot of....fun." He stopped petting Blake and he could move around freely, instantly jumping on Ricky's shoulder. "But I can't go to the Arcade," he said clearly disappointed. "You can't," Rick confirmed.

Ricky brightened again when E suggested the arcade and even a little more when Blake comes back over to her.

"I would love to go, arcades are always a good time." She gave a quizzical look however, reaching up to pet Blake some more. "Why can't Blake come? I bet we could make him seem like some kind of service animal?"

"It's out of question. I would gladly go with you, but Blake has to stay."

And Blake knew. He would come along hidden as always, unable to join the fun.

Blake flies into Rick's face leaving a funny sight for Ricky. Quite understandable though, since E didn't seem to care about Blake right now.

"Riiiiiicckkkk."

She stands up herself, starting to pick up the plates from the takeout. "Alright, now is good. Let's clear this up really quick so you don't get ants." She didn't wait, taking the dishes to the kitchen sink.

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"So... How would you feel if I stayed here tonight? Nothing funny; we stay in separate rooms. But that way, I can see that you go to bed." She was pushing her luck and she knew it, but there was just too much temptation to call his bluff.

E was right about to give her his mind, but she moved on and so did he, because he liked what he had heard. "We should go to this Arcade K once took me to. They had old games, new games, it was a lot of....fun." He stopped petting Blake and he could move around freely, instantly jumping on Ricky's shoulder. "But I can't go to the Arcade," he said clearly disappointed. "You can't," Rick confirmed.

Ricky brightened again when E suggested the arcade and even a little more when Blake comes back over to her.

"I would love to go, arcades are always a good time." She gave a quizzical look however, reaching up to pet Blake some more. "Why can't Blake come? I bet we could make him seem like some kind of service animal?"

"It's out of question. I would gladly go with you, but Blake has to stay."

And Blake knew. He would come along hidden as always, unable to join the fun.

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"So... How would you feel if I stayed here tonight? Nothing funny; we stay in separate rooms. But that way, I can see that you go to bed." She was pushing her luck and she knew it, but there was just too much temptation to call his bluff.

E was right about to give her his mind, but she moved on and so did he, because he liked what he had heard. "We should go to this Arcade K once took me to. They had old games, new games, it was a lot of....fun." He stopped petting Blake and he could move around freely, instantly jumping on Ricky's shoulder. "But I can't go to the Arcade," he said clearly disappointed. "You can't," Rick confirmed.

Ricky brightened again when E suggested the arcade and even a little more when Blake comes back over to her.

"I would love to go, arcades are always a good time." She gave a quizzical look however, reaching up to pet Blake some more. "Why can't Blake come? I bet we could make him seem like some kind of service animal?"

I made this drawing for Fujo Rick, hope you like this! 💕💕

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"So... How would you feel if I stayed here tonight? Nothing funny; we stay in separate rooms. But that way, I can see that you go to bed." She was pushing her luck and she knew it, but there was just too much temptation to call his bluff.

Blake caws and waits for Ricky's next move. E returns in the meantime, picking up the broken mug and putting it in the bag. He wasn't meaning to interrupt them, but made a quiet annoyed sound when he cuts himself on a shard.

ricky was moving her hand slowly and gently towards Blake, seeing if he'd allow her to pet him.

But hearing the sound E makes, she stops and looks over at him, at first thinking he was telling her not to do what she was doing.

But seeing his bleeding hand, she goes over to him taking Blake for the ride.

E looked more indifferent than annoyed. "You don't need to mom me. It's just a cut."

Part of him wanted to see how she'd do it, but without Blake in his system, he wouldn't risk it. It was rather interesting though that since she probably knew that Blake wasn't what he seemed, she still decided to give him the attention rather than Blake.

"I'm not moming you, it's just called helping. Normal people help their friends, but suit yourself."

Turning her attention back to Blake, she resumes reaching out to him slowly and as long as he doesn't shy away from her hand she will run her hand down his back softly.

"What does he look like?"

She continues to pet Blake and look him over. Why did E always have to be so mysterious about everything? Obviously trust could be hard to spare, but if she was going to hurt him, she would have done so long ago.

Eventually E emerges from the next room with a now plastered finger - he didn't have the patience to be careful of what he might have stained - and Ricky's pillow.

E puts something over the stained carpet. So much to helping, anyway.

"You can talk to her," E says while sitting down.

Blake doesn't waste any time.

"He is from another planet," Rick interrupts.

"Why is that?" He asks. "You still like to 'adventure around'? Oh wait. I forgot you have Mortys. Maybe that's the reason."

E thought it might not hurt to give away more, but Blake beat him to it, so to speak.

"Why would my Morti have anything to do with that? I've lived in space trans-dimensionally long before her and her sister were born."

"He shows me a lot," Blake says with sparkles in his eyes.

"So what's the reason then?"

The flapping wings pull her focus back again to Blake and she chuckles at his interest in her.

Blake nods. "I get the appeal of games, but I doubt that. Rick really likes those."

E snatches Blake from Ricky's lap. Even though he pets him slightly, it's more because his hands need the feel to be busy.

"I have a million friends, how has space made me lonely?" She doesn't give him any space to answer that question before she moves on to answering his.