As the the newly plopped, and very obviously dazed and bewildered blonde was just barely grasping his bearings, groaning and holding his head, he was looking up to see it all in a flash.
First, there's the blur of white, teal, blue, and khaki, zipping across his vision of the elder man. Then the telltale harsh crunch of slamming his door shut.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
His brain could only truly comprise the one string of thought. Repeated, rapid, loud and screaming in his brain with what felt like a ball of ice shoved and lodged into his throat.
Then, came the obscene and blatant threat, paired by the chrome...Gun? He seems to be silently processing with a buffering train of thought, one could look at him and equate him as the living essence of the Windows loading screen. Dial tones and all.
Blink Blink Blink.
Dissociation seems to be his primary reaction. Only his eyes give way to the absolute terror, shock, and frantic nature his thoughts are scrambling with. Darting back and forth by miniscule flickers, then up and down consistent scanning of the man.
Finally, after what feels like forever (when it was truly only seconds) he finally speaks, raising his finger to point. Which visibly is shaking profusely.
".....W-wh-what?-" Was all he seems to utter at first, but then his mind seems to snap back. RIGHT there's a sci-fi alien gun pointed in his face.
"I-I mean, n-no I...I don't really like Marvel much, aside from maybe Deadpool? and Moon Knight..." His voice was a gentle murmur, before he sits up with a wince between his teeth. "I-if anything I compare portals to...well..the Portal games-" Why was he TALKING TO THIS LOONATIC? His self preservation is taking a back seat it seems, or maybe this is self preservation.
Freeze, Fight. Flight, Faun, and such. "I-I, uh. W-where-where am I? I-is that what that..floating green puddle was? Why are you holding a gun with weird green light like, o-out of Lilo and Stitch or an anime," his violet eyes then flicks back up, as if staring.
"..Did you dye your hair-blue? Or is that natural?" He was puzzled and lost, his hands were visibly shaking. He then seems to look down, finally noticing his hot chocolate massacre. "O-Oh golly....I-I can clean that for you mister." He seemed like an anxious and timid one, much like Morty, but his voice was softer and the panic was like a bubbling simmer, internal and broiling only under the surface.
Hm. Rick's eyes narrow to a fine line, brow framing them in equal parts suspicion and annoyance a la Morty. Speaking of pains in the ass, what is this kid? Seemed human enough. Probably not a bomb. Could even be a Morty reject, one freakishly and poorly manufactured product of the old citadel that was set loose into the wild. He did have that same slow timing as his grandson, slow enough to make Rick lose interest in his threat as his eyes gradually drew back to a half-lidded dullness.
"Look, if Lilo and Stitch had this, it'd be a whole other movie, less about family propaganda and more about Stitch successfully bringing down a corrupt alien government." The portal gun isn't pocketed back, but it does lower to his side. "And that floating green puddle obviously is beyond you and not worth my time trying to explain the intricacies of quantum mechanics, so sure: you and your copious amounts of hot chocolate sprayed all over my fucking garage floor. And if you think you're going back before cleaning it up you're wrong."
He means it, even if they seem to be on the same page with that, but he's also still silently weighing the possibilities of what the deal is here. Something doesn't sit right with him about all this, but he can't put his finger on it. Violet eyes, Disney talk, goddamn he could work at Claire's.
"It's called being half-albino. What are you? Some kind of racist?"
But this kid is shaking like a season one Morty, making Rick stare back before crossing his arms.
"All right, hey, not the greatest position you've gotten yourself in, but I'm not going to kill you over it.--Unless you touch my shit then you're getting buried next to the dead kid that's already there, got it?"
