#trans-ricksanchez

He’d upset the other, Rick was fairly sure. “I apologise. I.. If you would like to try I would be open to such a thing. I simply mean that if you would rather be with someone else, I do not intend to imply that you ought be with me. I agree. Not everyone should be bound to their soulmate.” He hesitated, letting slip a small sigh and casting his gaze away. “I simply don’t wish you to be with me out of obligation.”

Clothes were so awkward for him. He rarely likes to wear new things but half of his clothes were tight as he looked reaching for something quietly

Rikki tipped her head back, the messy blue strands falling back with the movement as she downed what must have been her 10th drink. She wasn’t sure what the hell it was, or where she was, just that she wouldn’t remember much in the morning. Rikki had really done it this time, she blew up her entire dimension. She was beyond drunk when she had done it as well, so she didn’t really remember how. “B-bug off.” She slurred, feeling like someone was behind her. She swiveled around, hiccuping.

Well, name’s Moritz, or Mo for short. So, MoStan?

Oh. The only question he had not asked was the obvious one. Was he just late? It seemed so. He smoothed his suit and went to open the door for the other, his face not in the slightest belying his panic of just a moment before. “Hello.” He offered simply.

Rick narrowed his eyes at the other. He didn’t really hear anything happen around them, no input to go off of. He was clueless as to what was going on. “Well? W-what is it that you can’t believe?”