sunkissed babe.

                Got that glitter on my eyes                                                             Stockings ripped all up the side                                     Looking sick and sexified                                      So let's go-o-o (let's go)!  

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Rick snorted again, arms folded across his chest as he looked at the dyed-blond boy. “Asshole tends to be our general disposition,” he assured this Morty, only mildly surprised he hadn’t already known that. Some Ricks were softer, and some harder, but overall (and with only a few exceptions) they were all fairly the same. 

“You gonna stand - stand there all day flipping yo-ooh-ur hair and whining or are we actually gonna get this shit show on the road and get you back to your Rick?” 

“...my Rick.” Mami repeated and his demeanor shifted immediately. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks and his breath hitched. He wasn’t going back to his Rick, nuh-uh, no way. “Unless you plan on dragging me with you, there’s no way in hell that’s happening.” 

Rick’s eyebrow rose as he looked at this other Morty. Idly, Rick wiped at his chin and bottom lip, and then scoffed in the direction of the younger boy. 

“Y-yeah? And my - my Mo-ooh-orty doesn’t look - or smell - like a baby prostitute. We both got problems, don’t we, Sunshine?” 

“Oi,penejo! ¿Te atreves a insultarme? The nineteen-twenties called, they want their insults back. And don’t call me that, old man. Muérdeme.”