#codafiles

[ sms ;; campaign manager ]: hey if you still want to try that assassin career, i can link you to a guy lol [ sms ;; campaign manager ]: im just saying because u dont have a job

Besides her parent’s divorce..

my opinion on;

character in general: Campaign Manager Morty did nothing wrong. Poor Baby. how they play them: So adorable I’m cry, what a sweetheart how dare you make me feel my own feelings !the mun: Adorable sweet patoot!  ty for putting up w/ my rant about Jess being a Pocket Morty’s dragon. 

do i;

follow them: Heckity yes sonrp with them: Heckity yeah!want to rp with them: Nah it’s just WELL DUHship their character with mine: Kind of -? It’s still pretty complicated, of all known citadel residents that have air time, I think he’d have a fair chance at having a normal and healthy relationship with Jessica. I can’t really say the same for the rest of the Mortys that are known ( i e, Lizzard, badass, glasses, Tall, etc. ). I play by chemistry so if they click then, yeah I’d be down for it :D

what is my;

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⋙QUESTIONS TO SEND ANONYMOUSLY ≫ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᶰᵍ﹗ 

      — — – ❝ Morty- - -—-❞  The name fell off his tongue much like the drink that was replacing it in his mouth. Some say you get numb to stuff as you go by, and if that was the case then how much time would need to pass for him not to feel SOMETHING; to rely on guns before words, necessary force before passive action, to not have to result in a harsher outcome because of his preference of “only in desperate measures”. How much time would it take for him not to close his eyes every time he had to shoot one of their alternates, to not try to reason with the unreasonable? To not turn to the same method of cooping every Rick did the instant shit hit the fan?

                              — — –Because when it came down to it, HE WAS STILL A RICK.

     — — –   The same universal genius, the same man who may THINK he had it all under control- the one who thought himself unreadable, smarter, tougher, the same brilliant mind that thought that half drunk curses and the posture of obvious subdue from things he didn’t want to mention would go unnoticed. And to think ONE he had just said wouldn’t be picked upon. But how IGNORANT, so SELF ABSORBED- he hadn’t even noticed the youth as his head had rested against his arms where he thought his self-oriented words had fell to deaf walls and emptying glasses that held no memory of their own. 

      — — –❝ Morty, I- - how can you, o-of all people think that?-—-❞   Evidentally, the man was trying to keep more composure then he currently grasped. At least in the sobriety aspects. Keeping handle over words, eyes focused on Morty.  ❝ – - I know you, you know that is bull. I’m not saving anyone out there. I can count how many times someone had a chance and didn’t get it because of- of something I did.-—-❞  

     — — –  Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making him so willing to just spare this information- and in part, that was true. Maybe a much more silent part just needed to say this shit; and offer something up. His victims weren’t only the ones that had died, after all.

                — — –No, the largest ones were the ones still alive- the ones he could look directly in the face