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RICK & BIRD PERSON AESTHETIC MOODBOARD ----

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FREDDY SMILES WIDE DOWN AT BONNIE, his head canting to the side slightly as he watches the rabbit gauge how to respond. One paw was pressed against the wall, the other hovering just over his hip. He wasn’t quite sure what had led to him feeling so CONFIDENT today- but he sure wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.

The pick up line from Bonnie leads to his smile widening further, and he visibly takes a few moments to let his gaze travel across the other’s body. “WELL, I think I might have to if you’re here.”

There was just something about a cocky Freddy looming over him, blatantly checking him out, that leaves Bonnie feeling particularly hot under his shell. Not that he can’t try to return the heat, of course.

“I THINK THE LITTLE PRIDE FLAG REALLY SELLS THE FACT THAT I’M AN ALLY, Y’KNOW? DAVID? DAVID, DID YOU BLEED OUT YET? AH, SHIT.”

there  are  few  things  more  nerve-wracking  than  the  sound  of  approaching  footsteps  in  caverns  as  desolate  as  these.  

every  other  life  form  he’s  stumbled  across  thus  far  has  been  egregiously  hostile.  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  his  neck  stand  up  as  he  quickly  straightens  up  from  inspecting  a  growth  of  glowing  crystals  and  turns  toward  the  sound.  morty  swallows  thickly,  and  fumbles  for  his  gun.  whatever  the  fuck  this  thing  is  that’s  drawing  ever  closer,  about  to  round  the  corner  into  this  cave  (one  in  a  veritable  labyrinth  of  hundreds  here  on  floxian-12)---  it  won’t  get  the  jump  on  him.

“ ------  i  hear  you!  ”  surprisingly  strong  (albeit  shrill)  start.  that  almost  sounded  authoritative!  the  teenager  hastens  to  speak  again  without  even  leaving  room  for  the  other  to  respond,  desperate  to  maintain  this  falsely  confident  momentum  before  the  inherent  anxiety  that  comes  with  the  territory  of  confrontation  causes  him  to  falter.  “  fuck  off.  if  you  step  one  foot  in  here,  i’ll-  i’ll  blow  your  goddamn  brains  out---  ”

“Oh my, if it isn’t the cute little sentry guard~” Mettaton’s voice rings through the air. And to anyone in the Underground, it was too familiar of a voice to mistake for anyone else.

Casually the star saunters up to the sentry post near the bridge, and he flashes a smile.

Stupid  deku  had  started  his  internship  at  a  real  good  agency  and  because  he  hadn't  passed  the  tests  for  the  temporal  hero  licence,  katsuki  felt  like  he  was  miles  behind  the  green  haired  nerd. Remembering  that  made  his  blood  boil  and  he  threw  another  punch  to  the  tree  log  where  he  was  training  on  his  own.  He  was  busier  than  the  rest  because  the  extra  classes  to  retake  the  tests  and  couldn't  schedule  one  of  the  training  rooms  on  time. He  wasn't  going  to  share  the  room  with  any  of  the  extras  and  even  less  with  pikachu  or  shitty  hair  because  then  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  focus  at  all.

He  had  been  training  on  his  own  for  at  least  two  hours  now,  his  sweat  dripped  down  his  forehead  and  back. If  only  he  had  done  better! he  shouted  in  frustration,  thinking  how  the  hell  he  had  fallen  so  behind. His  wrist  wasn't  in  the  right  possition  when  his  fist  collapsed  against  the  thick  tree  and  he  heard  something  snap.

"Ah!!  fuck!...fuck fuck!"  he  quickly  pressed  his  whole  arm  against  his  chest  and  fell  to  his  knees. "nghh!!!"  he  bit  his  tongue  hard  to  try  and  keep  quiet  but  it  hurt  so  bad.

"Stupid!         Idiot!"  he  shouted  at  himself.

Sure, it wasn't what they used to do back in the day. Their hang outs a little bit more elaborate, but hey -- that's what happens with age. At least, he told himself that.

He cracked open another beer. "H-Hey, remember that time we went out to Zorbious-9 and shot some Gromflomites there,"

Taking a swig, he continued on. "Man, you were so awesome -- just shooting every motherfucker in your path, remember the kick-ass parties, too? Shit used to be so fun back then,

I mean, look at you -- you're still awesome. More than me, you - you know I always that you were better than me and not in a insecure way either, more like I just admire the fuck out of you."

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