Riccardo’s brow furrowed and his cheeks burned a bright red all the way up to his ears. He pouted his lips and squeezed his texts harder due to the silly stab at his pride. Riccardo had been picked on for his height for years, way before he discovered other Ricks existed. He was a defect, and having it shoved in his face time and time again really grated down on his nerves. “I-I’m not Morty-sized I’m average height. I looked it up on the internet and everything! I can even give you the citations!” He stomped his foot down dramatically and could feel the steam steadily rising off his head.
Riccardo huffed and pulled his phone out, scrolling through the walls of discussion posts concerning average male height on his bookmarke list. “Ha, see? Riiiiight here!” He shoved the phone in his alternative’s face, “A research on average male height. I’m right in the middle see? I’m not Morty-sized y’all are just gigantic.” Riccardo blinked from the southern accent that slipped out in the midst of his arguing. Normally he kept a tight lid on it, but when he talked too fast or got frustrated sometimes, it came out in small outbursts. Fuck. Too late now he supposed.
Luckily for the strange Rick, Riccardo’s weaker personality was holding the reins . Good, wouldn’t want to make a scene here on the Rickidel anyways. Riccardo backed up, trying to put some much needed space between them, shoving the phone back safely into his track shorts. He wasn’t sure what this guy’s motives were, and he didn’t really know how to interact with anyone who wasn’t bat-shit crazy. He shifted his mismatched eyes to the floor, and nervously stammered out, “That’s cheating at uni. The Ricks want to make sure their students can actually learn and retain the information on their own. It’s to prove yourself really.”
Riccardo tongued the inside of his cheek, maybe he could make friends with this Rick…Surely it wouldn’t hurt right? He hated being so damn lonely, and branching out to other Ricks and Mortys was one sure way to prevent the pain from etching its way into his heart. He bit his lip and shakily jerked his hand out to shake his alternative’s, “I’m-I’m Riccardo. Hi.”
Unimpressed and yet having rather a soft mood, Rick eyes a short huffed mess jumping around him, desperatedly trying to prove him just that his height was legit. Needless to say Rick knows for sure that yes, Rick Sanchez is a pretty much tall person, looming way above awerage, and he never needed silly internet statistics to prove that to him. Yet he rather doesn’t say anything in responce, he just watches and listens half-ear, having his attention absorbed by different things for the most part.
Throughout the entire rant Rick E-417 flashes a creeper smile at another self but he doesn’t notice it, as well as he doesn’t knowingly control his hands sticking in his pockets. If he was to interrupt the short guy he would say he was adorable - and he was, with all this passion and ‘purity’. At some point, Rick E-417 doesn’t even want to listen anymore, he just wants to reach his hands under younger man’s armpits and lift him in the air, his absense from reality becomes even more evident from his unseeing gaze. But something seems to scatter whatever mental image Rick E-417 was looking at, the thought - ‘No... I shouldn’t...’ bumps his brain like a hammer. His facial features change dramatically into a more of a cold and sickened frown expression, smile fades instantly and he looks directly at another Rick.
It is Rick, as well as being a mess genetically and personally vice but if it is a Rick... Then it’s a sleeping terror. Rick peers even more angrily into another man’s eyes when offered a handshake, concidering it for a bit. If it is a Rick - then it’s a destroyer of the worlds, slayer of the planets, unstoppable psycho, worst father in the world - anything. But hell to the no a Rick might be ‘cute’... And he must never forget that, even when it gets hard. He was an idiot, what even was he thinking.
“...Ric- Riccardo, huh?” He blinks, pulling one hand from the pocket. He seems to try and seek for more words, when suddenly, the exact bubbly attitude he approached this guy with came back. Rick grabs his alternate’s hand, shaking it enthusiastically (and a little too hard). “HA! Richard. Nice that y-you remembered we hadn’t have a proper introduction! I’ve always wanted to be ‘Ricardo’, but my mum said no. Uhhh, I don’t know why, were they trying to hide how hispanic I was? Too fucking bad, because the mother-fucking Sanchez as a last name gets me away already! H-hey Riccardo-” Releasing his hand, he leans in closer a bit, pressing a finger at his chest, “Doesn’t that... R-Rickvercity, have Ricks as teachers and directors, by a chance?”
