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@mortisnothere
MORTIMER CROSS
He/it - in order of preference .
Autistic and Misophonic
Also suffers from paranoia and insomnia.
Recluse.
Talks to few people after being framed for murder.
In therapy, shockingly, for both his anger
management and its paranoia.
Fez paced back and forth in the food court entrance, scatterbrained after his faltering with Heath. He kept his phone out, dragging his thumb down to refresh his notifications every minute that ticked by. Constantly, he scanned for the time, and he sighed, frustrated. He smacked a hand on his face and scratched at his neck with vigor. He kept up his pacing. Waiting for Mort.
His constant overthinking made him a victim of needing others to comfort him instead of his own self soothing. He furrowed his lid, thinking. If this is why Sally always had to put out fires for him, then he felt like he was down in the ditch of his problems that other people had to drag him out of.
Still, he stayed hopelessly gallivanting. Needing someone to be there for him.
@mortisnothere
Mort approached the food court with caution. In his head, he scrutinised over what exactly could've gotten Fez so.. upset. Sure, he'd seen how his friend could get on occasion, but this was... bad.
It paused in his approach as he caught sight of Fez's pacing. Scratch that, it was worse than bad. Slowly, the janitor walked over - lifting a hand in what it hoped was a comforting greeting. "Hey, Fez? What's... no.. erm.. how are you holding up, bud?"
Fez whipped his body around to face Mort. His eye was bloodshot, and by the looks of it, he had aged some, most likely due to his lack of sleep, which would toll on him in the long run. No longer was he the solid, somewhat mentally sound man he used to be. Gone with the wind was his logic. New information caused him to panic more than ever, yet upon seeing his friend, he sighed, his body spasming.
He grabbed Mort's wrist, taking him along until they had more privacy in a seemingly unaccompanied hallway.
"Mort..." He rasped, trying to formulate the right words. "Mort, my sister is in danger— conversing with a murderer." He whispered, eye searching. "Yet, I'm more worried for him right now, Amy is gonna tear him limb from limb!" He pressed his hands to his face, scrunching them and sobbing dryly. "This is all my fault!" He wheezed hysterically. "I messed up! Judith is so pissed at me, I know it..." He cried.
Mort stumbled after Fez, head spinning from the influx of information. What’s that about a murderer?? He knew Fez was investigating something or other, but a murder?
Once the two were alone in the hallway, Mort pulled his wrist away and put his hands on Fez’s shoulders - meeting his eye (an easy enough task considering their similar heights).
“Alright alright, slow down! Hey, hey!!”
Urg.. as much as Mort cared about Fez, crying made him kind of uncomfortable. He wasn’t particularly touchy-feely…
Regardless, he moved the other watchdog closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, all the while maintaining eye contact. Hopefully he didn’t look uncomfortable..
“Just , slow down, okay? What happened? Walk me through it. I’m sure it ain’t your fault, buddy. Who died? Does Judith know?”
Hello Giuseppe. This reminded me of you
Goodness gracious... how lovely.. grazie, Fez my friend!
This one reminds me of you! <)
And this one reminds me of Mortimer. <)
I just saw this ; why am I a wet bird?
#mycoffee
#MYcoffee
What the flarg man.
#mycoffee
Fez paced back and forth in the food court entrance, scatterbrained after his faltering with Heath. He kept his phone out, dragging his thumb down to refresh his notifications every minute that ticked by. Constantly, he scanned for the time, and he sighed, frustrated. He smacked a hand on his face and scratched at his neck with vigor. He kept up his pacing. Waiting for Mort.
His constant overthinking made him a victim of needing others to comfort him instead of his own self soothing. He furrowed his lid, thinking. If this is why Sally always had to put out fires for him, then he felt like he was down in the ditch of his problems that other people had to drag him out of.
Still, he stayed hopelessly gallivanting. Needing someone to be there for him.
@mortisnothere
Mort approached the food court with caution. In his head, he scrutinised over what exactly could've gotten Fez so.. upset. Sure, he'd seen how his friend could get on occasion, but this was... bad.
It paused in his approach as he caught sight of Fez's pacing. Scratch that, it was worse than bad. Slowly, the janitor walked over - lifting a hand in what it hoped was a comforting greeting. "Hey, Fez? What's... no.. erm.. how are you holding up, bud?"
Faerie Gold
You're useless. Anyone could replace you.
Ok? Are you really that mad about that whole funding thing I don’t think it’s worth this effort.
feeling the dire need to extend my laboratory, should i conjur up a letter and send it on over to peepers ? i keep knocking stuff over accidently, and i continue to apply for grants, nothing yet !! :-(
for now, i rely on properties and finding out what chemicals can be properly acquired, ordering on the web, you know ? :-)
Good luck. I’d ask the commander if I were you. I mean, If that rat-scientist gets good enough funding I don’t see why you wouldn’t.
Um, EXCUSE YOU!?!?!? I am literally the source of every lab rat on this entire ship!
Heck, 96% of my funding goes to the ratporium! It’s a big operation! And I only have a single intern!
RAUGHHH...
What’s up dude?
I'm so bad at everythingtgg I'm so bored I'm so lonelyytytrgrh
You’re not bad at everything. Want to hang out? Or is it not that kind of lonely. I’m here if you need me either way, man.
yes. hang out with me 😓😓 mort 💔💔
Ok. Wru right now I’ll come over. Are you far?
no im in the lunchroom (_) I'll meet you at the entrance
Omw dude.
RAUGHHH...
What’s up dude?
I'm so bad at everythingtgg I'm so bored I'm so lonelyytytrgrh
You’re not bad at everything. Want to hang out? Or is it not that kind of lonely. I’m here if you need me either way, man.
yes. hang out with me 😓😓 mort 💔💔
Ok. Wru right now I’ll come over. Are you far?
RAUGHHH...
What’s up dude?
I'm so bad at everythingtgg I'm so bored I'm so lonelyytytrgrh
You’re not bad at everything. Want to hang out? Or is it not that kind of lonely. I’m here if you need me either way, man.
feeling the dire need to extend my laboratory, should i conjur up a letter and send it on over to peepers ? i keep knocking stuff over accidently, and i continue to apply for grants, nothing yet !! :-(
for now, i rely on properties and finding out what chemicals can be properly acquired, ordering on the web, you know ? :-)
Good luck. I’d ask the commander if I were you. I mean, If that rat-scientist gets good enough funding I don’t see why you wouldn’t.
RAUGHHH...
What’s up dude?
I’m back in the building again.
aww... what's wrong mort?
I’m getting mad at online trolls again. I thought I was past this!
I’m back in the building again.
Hey check this pic out
Not a fan? C'mon, he's sweeeet, kind eyes, what isn't there to love?
Gross…
Wow... So judgemental. He's heartfelt, and you say, "Nay, I am above him." Well, that speaks volumes...
He doesn’t say anything????? He’s a gross photo.
He's literally kind. All he has done is look at you welcomely, and you shun him? Wow, Mort... I thought you were different... I thought you had a welcoming soul...
I don’t know you.
It’s a picture? On the Internet? Why are you replying to me like this.
MORT NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE... He's depressed now... Oh, how cruel you are... 💔
ITS A PHOTO. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING TO ME RN????
I'M PLAYING WITH YOU LOLOLOL ROFL
GET OUT OF HERE. 🍅. HOW WAS I MEANT TO KNOW.
