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( gauche chuckle, hand finds
it’s way up to the back of his
head, scratching. inching closer,
he denies with a shake of his
head. ) i was just l, looking.
[ &&. ]
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( He hummed softly debating on if he gave enough of a shit just to entertain a normal conversation with a Morty. Fuck it...no reason not to..)
Thanks... designed every little bit myself...got it built with the help of the citadel. Now...do you need something? Ya hurt?
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( feet trail along ground, lips
‘round straw. he’s drinking some
sweet apple juice, he halts any
movement & stays just outside
the door. ) wh, what are you
up to .ᐣ
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[ @boyishfail ]
[She's uninstalling the lasers from her collar today. Let's just say there was an incident with a billboard getting a hole blown through it. She looks... off without her collar. When Morty enters, she's mumbling in her native tongue as she works.]
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( 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 clawing at claret,
seeking a way to scrape sticky
blood away without a proper
cleanse. allowing ginger to assist
him, hic’s flow alongside cries. )
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( Guess this was part of why he always had a first aid kit in his bag when portaling.. for emergencies like this. He reached into his bag to pull out the kit gently placing it on one of the garage countertops along with his portal gun. He looked around and took a cheap metal
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[She follows along, and peers into the fridge, seeing a lot of things she doesn't recognize, but does see a whole head of lettuce... That being the crown jewel of what she's found inside, she takes it out very carefully! Not covered in sugar, but once again, she's not picky.]
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