#msc137

Skittle stepped through the portal into the base, bag in hand. She glanced around the living room, smiling gently at how Dawn, Autimn, and Mortimer had turned such a cold and unfeeling alien base into a warm home.

"I'm here," she said softly, treating the space with the respect it deserved.

"Hey." Mortimer said, from behind him. He wore a blue shirt and the same stained lab coat as always. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

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Uh huh. Yeah, doing fine.

if at any point you want to take a shower, you can use my soap and shampoo and stuff, alright? its in the back right corner.

you can borrow my clothes as well, okay? you dont even have to ask. im sure that uniform must be uncomfortable, im sorry that it slipped my mind last night.

and help yourself to anything in the kitchen downstairs, food, soda, snacks, anything at all. if youd like, i can show you where everything is in the house so that you dont feel as awkward walking around and looking for stuff.

i want you to feel as safe and comfortable here as possible. for however long you want to stay here, this is your home, okay?

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I uh, oh... geez, that's... a lot. The bed was already... I don't think I've ever slept in anything bigger, or with more blankets, it would just be overwhelming. Um, I don't know what a stuffie is so I don't think I need one.

Um, yeah, I kind of, probably should get all the blood and gunk off me. I-sorry I might take a little while.

I'll... um, I'd appreciate if you showed me your clothes and stuff, and then... when are meals? When am I supposed to wake up?

im kinda curious, does the morty in your dimension know that youre a clone of the rick that used to be there more? it seems like itd be a pretty big secret to keep if he doesnt, yknow?

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"Wellllll... Technically he's not my Morty and this isn't my dimension... His Rick is off on an adventure... His Rick doesn't know I'm here... Morty thinks his Rick happened to change his mind about going for a week..."

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isssss all cool. all. cool. keep them safe, will you? they matter to j. a lot.

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“Aw geez.. I didn’t know that.. I’m sorry.”

He is now frowning at his screen. He doesn’t want to cause any arguments or frustrate anyone on this website. It’s his only form of communication. Hopefully this Morty isn’t to upset by his mistake.

Morty gently opened the door to the garage, hand wobbling a little. "Hey, Rick, um. Do, uh, do you have a few?"

She had only gotten home a few minutes ago, alcohol still fresh on her breath, and the weight of guilt still fresh on her shoulders. Her grandpa, that was who she needed. Just being around him would make her feel a but better.

Sober Rick was a lot more keen than any other version, so when Morty opened the door and stumbled over, he could guess what he needed from the genius.

"Yeah, kid. Not doin' much." He stood, pushing the swivel chair to the kid, taking a swig from his flask that now held whatever mixture of sour candy, cough syrup, and whatever he decided would do the job when he woke in the ungodly hours of the Earth morning.

He let complaints die on his tongue, pushing back the annoyance and nearly crippling worry that seeing his grandson drunk and moody triggered. Obviously he wasn't the role model of the century, and neither was his daughter, so the kid didn't have much to go off of. Besides, Morty having enough confidence to approach Rick in this state was enough to take off the sharp edge of guilt that tore into him.