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@j-19zeta7

Hi! I'm Rick J19zeta7, I'm super excited to be here and interact with you all! Feel free to ask me anything you want!

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About Me!

Hi! I'm Rick J19zeta7! I'm a scientist and grandfather to Eric-Stoltz-Mask Morty! Welcome to my ask blog!

#updated about me #doofus rick #rick sanchez #ask blog #send asks #asks open #ask me anything #rick & morty #rick and morty #rnm #r&m

#ooc #rick and morty rp #r&m rp

[OOC post: Hello everyone. I am not going to abandon this blog, I plan on coming back, but I'm feeling overwhelmed lately.

Going forward, I will not be replying to posts or asks made explicitly by minors, though I still intend on keeping this blog SFW. I will be applying the same rule to the rest of my roleplay blogs.

An updated About Me will be coming soon since I still have to clarify that now there's two variations of Doofus Rick in this blog, the regular and the detoxified one.

Thanks for reading, and see you soon.]

#roleplay blog #ooc post

disheveled-morty

"Dish, this is Delta. You're a kid, you're not meant to be useful or anything, you shouldn't even be dealing with this in the first place. Dish, you are allowed to just be a kid, you don't need to prove anything to anyone, you don't have to be a tool, you're not in the citadel anymore and that way of thinking isn't healthy. Please be kinder to yourself, I'm sure Birdie appreciates you just being there."

— @j-19zeta7

"I'm so-s-- sorry, I'm sorry... I-I-I c-- can't help it... I just wa-want to help, so badly... I'm sorry. I-I don't know why I'm l-li-like this!"

"Obviously you are like this because of past traumatic experiences. I won't force you to tell me about them, nor do I expect you to do it if you don't want to. But clearly your current therapist must not be working. Do you want a new one? It really wouldn't be a bother to send you to a new therapist, your wellbeing takes priority."

disheveled-morty

He looks down shamefully.

"I-I-I'm sorry, really... i-it's probably my f--fault that therapy isn't wor--w-working, I-I think I'm d-d-doing it wrong... y-y-you don't hav-- have to change therapists if y-you-- if it-- if it takes too much work, I-- I-I don't need another one.."

Delta put a reassuring hand on the kid's shoulder.

"It bothers me a lot more to see you in distress than finding you a new therapist ever will... Obviously you cannot be expected to heal overnight, that's not how trauma works, but a proper therapist can make it easier. I'll talk with Zeta and we'll search for an alien therapist, yes? It will probably be easier to talk to them than your current human one, wouldn't it? Dish... We only want what's best for you, never assume that either Zeta or I would be annoyed because you need help, I promise you that helping you is never a nuisance."

disheveled-morty

"O-okay... if- if you can..." Dish mumbles, looking back up at Delta pitifully, and forcing himself -not- to apologize yet again. Then, he sniffles and squeezes his arms around Delta suddenly.

Delta was taken by surprise from the hug, ever since he had been cloned, the kid had never hugged him before. It took him a second to react, but he smiled and embraced him in return, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, Dish, both Zeta and I do, you're our precious grandson."

disheveled-morty

"Dish, this is Delta. You're a kid, you're not meant to be useful or anything, you shouldn't even be dealing with this in the first place. Dish, you are allowed to just be a kid, you don't need to prove anything to anyone, you don't have to be a tool, you're not in the citadel anymore and that way of thinking isn't healthy. Please be kinder to yourself, I'm sure Birdie appreciates you just being there."

— @j-19zeta7

"I'm so-s-- sorry, I'm sorry... I-I-I c-- can't help it... I just wa-want to help, so badly... I'm sorry. I-I don't know why I'm l-li-like this!"

"Obviously you are like this because of past traumatic experiences. I won't force you to tell me about them, nor do I expect you to do it if you don't want to. But clearly your current therapist must not be working. Do you want a new one? It really wouldn't be a bother to send you to a new therapist, your wellbeing takes priority."

disheveled-morty

He looks down shamefully.

"I-I-I'm sorry, really... i-it's probably my f--fault that therapy isn't wor--w-working, I-I think I'm d-d-doing it wrong... y-y-you don't hav-- have to change therapists if y-you-- if it-- if it takes too much work, I-- I-I don't need another one.."

Delta put a reassuring hand on the kid's shoulder.

"It bothers me a lot more to see you in distress than finding you a new therapist ever will... Obviously you cannot be expected to heal overnight, that's not how trauma works, but a proper therapist can make it easier. I'll talk with Zeta and we'll search for an alien therapist, yes? It will probably be easier to talk to them than your current human one, wouldn't it? Dish... We only want what's best for you, never assume that either Zeta or I would be annoyed because you need help, I promise you that helping you is never a nuisance."

disheveled-morty

"Dish, this is Delta. You're a kid, you're not meant to be useful or anything, you shouldn't even be dealing with this in the first place. Dish, you are allowed to just be a kid, you don't need to prove anything to anyone, you don't have to be a tool, you're not in the citadel anymore and that way of thinking isn't healthy. Please be kinder to yourself, I'm sure Birdie appreciates you just being there."

— @j-19zeta7

"I'm so-s-- sorry, I'm sorry... I-I-I c-- can't help it... I just wa-want to help, so badly... I'm sorry. I-I don't know why I'm l-li-like this!"

"Obviously you are like this because of past traumatic experiences. I won't force you to tell me about them, nor do I expect you to do it if you don't want to. But clearly your current therapist must not be working. Do you want a new one? It really wouldn't be a bother to send you to a new therapist, your wellbeing takes priority."

#disheveled morty #roleplay #delta #detox doofus rick

i love you Rick j-19ζ7 🫶

Thank you!! I appreciate it!

#doofus rick #rick and morty #rick & morty #ask blog #rnm #rick sanchez #r&m #rp blog #ask me anything

disheveled-morty

"Dish, you will never be homeless again. I can't promise you that I won't die, or that Delta won't die, but I can promise you that you will never have to live on the streets again. I know I'm not the strongest Rick and... And I don't think I'd win if I had to fight directly... But I can make sure you're protected and comfortable even after I'm gone."

— @j-19zeta7

"No, s-s-stoppit, s-stop, d-don--don't say that, stop... please, th-this can't happen... y-you two n-n-never did anything wrong... w-why is he doing this?! H-h-he can't do this!"

"Some people hurt others after they've been hurt because they think it will right some wrong... It won't, the hurt will still be there, m-maybe even be made worse... I'll try to stay alive, for your sake, but I think making sure you're safe should be my priority."

#disheveled morty

"Why can't we swap you and Rick? You're better 😭😭😭😭"

@jerbearsmith

"Ah, I-I don't think that'd be a good idea, but I'm free to hang out if you want!"

#doofus rick #jerry smith #rick and morty #rick & morty #ask blog #rnm #rick sanchez #r&m #rp blog #ask me anything

"Why isn't Doofus Rick my father in law? Why can't I just swap them? Why do they even call him Doofus Rick? He's so smart! And clever! Not some stupid ass jerk."

#i appreciate it

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

*Birdie rests the icepack on his knee so he can take the cup in both wings and sip from it.*

I-I dunno. . . C-Crow. . . R-Rick, h-he-

*Birdie tries to take a deep breath as he shakes. It was hard for him to get the words out without crying more.*

*He didn't really need to hear the rest, it was easy to think about what happened from just that. He could feel his heart sink a bit, he didn't think Crow would be one to do such a thing.*

"I'm so sorry, Birdie, that sounds so terrible."

*He had begun to instinctively reach for his shoulder again, but caught himself and played it off by scratching behind his own ear.*

"It must have been a really bad argument, right? But, hitting a kid like that it's... It's not ok."

"I-i didn't think- i-i didn't mean to- h-he got s-so-so angry-"

*Birdie holds the icepack to his cheek. His free wing reaches over to his other wing and starts fidgeting and picking at his feathers.*

"I-i just. . . I-i. . . I-i don't know what to do. . ."

"I'm sure- I'm sure you didn't, but please don't-"

*He decides to carefully reach a hand to gently hold his wing so he will stop picking at his own feathers.*

"Don't- don't do that, you'll hurt yourself. I know this is awful but, please don't do that."

*Birdie jumps, tensing up. He stares at Zeta. That same face. . .*

"I-i-i'm sorry. . ."

*Birdie didn't want to admit it to himself, but he felt like if he looked away, Zeta, this Rick, would take it as some offense. Or that he'd take it as an opportunity to-*

*Birdie felt horrible about thinking these things. All he wanted was to push these intrusive thoughts away.*

*He once again felt terrible about making him jump like that, he only wanted him to stop hurting himself. He released his wing and looked downwards.*

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just-"

*He sighed, he could imagine what kind of thoughts he must be having right now, it wasn't a hard thing to piece together.*

"I'm not- I'm not angry, I'm not gonna h-hurt you, I'm just worried, you don't need to apologize."

*He played nervously with his own fingers, unsure of what to say next.*

"You're a- you're a good kid, and I'm really sorry that this happened to you."

". . . I-I thought I was lucky. . ."

*Birdie stuffs her face into her knees. He never thought Crow, his grandpa, could do this.*

"At least you looked for help and that's a really important thing, it shows that you're strong."

*He tried to smile a little at him to be comforting. Then he took a deep breath and spread his arms.*

"Is it ok to hug you? Do you want to?"

*Birdie turns his body away, quietly whimpering. He looks down, feeling bad for being uncomfortable.*

*He just lowers his arms. Though he wants to comfort him, he understands that he needs space.*

"It's ok... Do you want to be alone for now? I can bring you more water or a blanket if you need."

"U-Um. . ."

*Birdie nods.*

"B-Blanket please. . ."

*He gets up and goes to search for a blanket in a closet, returning with a cozy and fluffy one that he gently drapes over Birdie.*

"You can call me if you need anything else, make yourself at home."

*He smiled softly at him and then left the room to give him space and privacy.*

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

*Birdie rests the icepack on his knee so he can take the cup in both wings and sip from it.*

I-I dunno. . . C-Crow. . . R-Rick, h-he-

*Birdie tries to take a deep breath as he shakes. It was hard for him to get the words out without crying more.*

*He didn't really need to hear the rest, it was easy to think about what happened from just that. He could feel his heart sink a bit, he didn't think Crow would be one to do such a thing.*

"I'm so sorry, Birdie, that sounds so terrible."

*He had begun to instinctively reach for his shoulder again, but caught himself and played it off by scratching behind his own ear.*

"It must have been a really bad argument, right? But, hitting a kid like that it's... It's not ok."

"I-i didn't think- i-i didn't mean to- h-he got s-so-so angry-"

*Birdie holds the icepack to his cheek. His free wing reaches over to his other wing and starts fidgeting and picking at his feathers.*

"I-i just. . . I-i. . . I-i don't know what to do. . ."

"I'm sure- I'm sure you didn't, but please don't-"

*He decides to carefully reach a hand to gently hold his wing so he will stop picking at his own feathers.*

"Don't- don't do that, you'll hurt yourself. I know this is awful but, please don't do that."

*Birdie jumps, tensing up. He stares at Zeta. That same face. . .*

"I-i-i'm sorry. . ."

*Birdie didn't want to admit it to himself, but he felt like if he looked away, Zeta, this Rick, would take it as some offense. Or that he'd take it as an opportunity to-*

*Birdie felt horrible about thinking these things. All he wanted was to push these intrusive thoughts away.*

*He once again felt terrible about making him jump like that, he only wanted him to stop hurting himself. He released his wing and looked downwards.*

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just-"

*He sighed, he could imagine what kind of thoughts he must be having right now, it wasn't a hard thing to piece together.*

"I'm not- I'm not angry, I'm not gonna h-hurt you, I'm just worried, you don't need to apologize."

*He played nervously with his own fingers, unsure of what to say next.*

"You're a- you're a good kid, and I'm really sorry that this happened to you."

". . . I-I thought I was lucky. . ."

*Birdie stuffs her face into her knees. He never thought Crow, his grandpa, could do this.*

"At least you looked for help and that's a really important thing, it shows that you're strong."

*He tried to smile a little at him to be comforting. Then he took a deep breath and spread his arms.*

"Is it ok to hug you? Do you want to?"

*Birdie turns his body away, quietly whimpering. He looks down, feeling bad for being uncomfortable.*

*He just lowers his arms. Though he wants to comfort him, he understands that he needs space.*

"It's ok... Do you want to be alone for now? I can bring you more water or a blanket if you need."

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

*Birdie rests the icepack on his knee so he can take the cup in both wings and sip from it.*

I-I dunno. . . C-Crow. . . R-Rick, h-he-

*Birdie tries to take a deep breath as he shakes. It was hard for him to get the words out without crying more.*

*He didn't really need to hear the rest, it was easy to think about what happened from just that. He could feel his heart sink a bit, he didn't think Crow would be one to do such a thing.*

"I'm so sorry, Birdie, that sounds so terrible."

*He had begun to instinctively reach for his shoulder again, but caught himself and played it off by scratching behind his own ear.*

"It must have been a really bad argument, right? But, hitting a kid like that it's... It's not ok."

"I-i didn't think- i-i didn't mean to- h-he got s-so-so angry-"

*Birdie holds the icepack to his cheek. His free wing reaches over to his other wing and starts fidgeting and picking at his feathers.*

"I-i just. . . I-i. . . I-i don't know what to do. . ."

"I'm sure- I'm sure you didn't, but please don't-"

*He decides to carefully reach a hand to gently hold his wing so he will stop picking at his own feathers.*

"Don't- don't do that, you'll hurt yourself. I know this is awful but, please don't do that."

*Birdie jumps, tensing up. He stares at Zeta. That same face. . .*

"I-i-i'm sorry. . ."

*Birdie didn't want to admit it to himself, but he felt like if he looked away, Zeta, this Rick, would take it as some offense. Or that he'd take it as an opportunity to-*

*Birdie felt horrible about thinking these things. All he wanted was to push these intrusive thoughts away.*

*He once again felt terrible about making him jump like that, he only wanted him to stop hurting himself. He released his wing and looked downwards.*

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just-"

*He sighed, he could imagine what kind of thoughts he must be having right now, it wasn't a hard thing to piece together.*

"I'm not- I'm not angry, I'm not gonna h-hurt you, I'm just worried, you don't need to apologize."

*He played nervously with his own fingers, unsure of what to say next.*

"You're a- you're a good kid, and I'm really sorry that this happened to you."

". . . I-I thought I was lucky. . ."

*Birdie stuffs her face into her knees. He never thought Crow, his grandpa, could do this.*

"At least you looked for help and that's a really important thing, it shows that you're strong."

*He tried to smile a little at him to be comforting. Then he took a deep breath and spread his arms.*

"Is it ok to hug you? Do you want to?"

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

*Birdie rests the icepack on his knee so he can take the cup in both wings and sip from it.*

I-I dunno. . . C-Crow. . . R-Rick, h-he-

*Birdie tries to take a deep breath as he shakes. It was hard for him to get the words out without crying more.*

*He didn't really need to hear the rest, it was easy to think about what happened from just that. He could feel his heart sink a bit, he didn't think Crow would be one to do such a thing.*

"I'm so sorry, Birdie, that sounds so terrible."

*He had begun to instinctively reach for his shoulder again, but caught himself and played it off by scratching behind his own ear.*

"It must have been a really bad argument, right? But, hitting a kid like that it's... It's not ok."

"I-i didn't think- i-i didn't mean to- h-he got s-so-so angry-"

*Birdie holds the icepack to his cheek. His free wing reaches over to his other wing and starts fidgeting and picking at his feathers.*

"I-i just. . . I-i. . . I-i don't know what to do. . ."

"I'm sure- I'm sure you didn't, but please don't-"

*He decides to carefully reach a hand to gently hold his wing so he will stop picking at his own feathers.*

"Don't- don't do that, you'll hurt yourself. I know this is awful but, please don't do that."

*Birdie jumps, tensing up. He stares at Zeta. That same face. . .*

"I-i-i'm sorry. . ."

*Birdie didn't want to admit it to himself, but he felt like if he looked away, Zeta, this Rick, would take it as some offense. Or that he'd take it as an opportunity to-*

*Birdie felt horrible about thinking these things. All he wanted was to push these intrusive thoughts away.*

*He once again felt terrible about making him jump like that, he only wanted him to stop hurting himself. He released his wing and looked downwards.*

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just-"

*He sighed, he could imagine what kind of thoughts he must be having right now, it wasn't a hard thing to piece together.*

"I'm not- I'm not angry, I'm not gonna h-hurt you, I'm just worried, you don't need to apologize."

*He played nervously with his own fingers, unsure of what to say next.*

"You're a- you're a good kid, and I'm really sorry that this happened to you."

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

*Birdie rests the icepack on his knee so he can take the cup in both wings and sip from it.*

I-I dunno. . . C-Crow. . . R-Rick, h-he-

*Birdie tries to take a deep breath as he shakes. It was hard for him to get the words out without crying more.*

*He didn't really need to hear the rest, it was easy to think about what happened from just that. He could feel his heart sink a bit, he didn't think Crow would be one to do such a thing.*

"I'm so sorry, Birdie, that sounds so terrible."

*He had begun to instinctively reach for his shoulder again, but caught himself and played it off by scratching behind his own ear.*

"It must have been a really bad argument, right? But, hitting a kid like that it's... It's not ok."

"I-i didn't think- i-i didn't mean to- h-he got s-so-so angry-"

*Birdie holds the icepack to his cheek. His free wing reaches over to his other wing and starts fidgeting and picking at his feathers.*

"I-i just. . . I-i. . . I-i don't know what to do. . ."

"I'm sure- I'm sure you didn't, but please don't-"

*He decides to carefully reach a hand to gently hold his wing so he will stop picking at his own feathers.*

"Don't- don't do that, you'll hurt yourself. I know this is awful but, please don't do that."

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

*Birdie rests the icepack on his knee so he can take the cup in both wings and sip from it.*

I-I dunno. . . C-Crow. . . R-Rick, h-he-

*Birdie tries to take a deep breath as he shakes. It was hard for him to get the words out without crying more.*

*He didn't really need to hear the rest, it was easy to think about what happened from just that. He could feel his heart sink a bit, he didn't think Crow would be one to do such a thing.*

"I'm so sorry, Birdie, that sounds so terrible."

*He had begun to instinctively reach for his shoulder again, but caught himself and played it off by scratching behind his own ear.*

"It must have been a really bad argument, right? But, hitting a kid like that it's... It's not ok."

*Zeta hears knocking on the front door. When he goes and opens the door, he looks down to see Birdie, quietly sobbing and holding his cheek, which seemed to be a light shade of pink.*

"I-i didn't know where else to go. . ."

- @birdmorty

*When he opened the door and saw the kid crying, his eyes widened with concern. It was easy to see that he had been hit due to the pink on his cheek, and that only fueled his worry for Birdie.*

"O-oh no, Birdie, please come in."

*He gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him inside, going to the living room.*

"Please, sit down, I'll- I'll get an ice pack for you and, would you like tea or maybe water?"

*He did want to ask what happened, but he figured that making sure he was as comfortable as possible was a priority.*

*Birdie jumps a bit when Zeta touches his shoulder.*

*He sits down on the end of the couch, hugging his knees.*

"w-water is o-okay. . ."

*He felt a bit guilty when he noticed the jump. Maybe it was best to refrain from touching him going forward.*

*He got an ice pack from the freezer, which he wrapped in a clean towel so it wouldn't be overly cold, and also a glass of water. He returned to hand both over to birdie, kneeling down at eye level.*

"Are you ok? Can I ask what happened?"

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