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[ sorry i havent been around guys..life got hard again and RP has had to take a backseat. if anyone wants to keep up with what im up to or any of my characters im @/thylacinedreamz on twitter! ]
You sing to yourself? Like when you're in deep thought or working a project, you're singing/humming.
“Yeah, you’d be right about that one. I’ve always got some song or another stuck in my head. Thanks to tiktok it’s been sea shanties lately.“
“Oh, you know. Just spendin’ years and years in the grind of war and playin monopoly with people’s lives really grinds on ya. It ain’t nothin’ new, don’t worry about it bro.”
“That said… I’d love to come hang at ya place for a while. Could use a good unwind from all the stress.”
Well... he can’t do anything about that but he can definitely give Lady a safe place to rest for awhile.
“You know you’re always welcome to come crash at mine. I’ll get a room set up for you. Stay as long as you want. Seriously. I’ll make you some tea too. I’ve got your special mug and everything.“
no “carrd.” you learn things about me based on what you can piece together from the vague details of my life I disclose in rare moments of vulnerability
He was quick to give a small wave of his drink holding hand, hopefully brushing away the other’s worry.Â
  “No no. It’s alright. He seems well behaved and that’s what matters. And I wouldn’t want to leave you without a companion. May I pet him?”Â
Stan knew better than to pet without permission. Even if the dog seemed to be giving positive signals.Â
The rest of the club continued on its beat a few levels down, workers carrying drink trays, entertaining clients, bringing them to places more private for feedings and other activities. The music had a heavy beat, but one that thumped in the chest but didn’t ring in the ears, and wasn’t too loud to still be able to talk to someone in front of you. But up here it was more muffled than down near the stage and main bar area.Â
K173 nodded as Stan indeed waved his worries away. He was grateful he wouldn’t have to go without his friend for the night’s adventure. Stan’s question was met with a quirk of his lips. He always appreciated when people asked to pet Odd rather than just going for it.Â
“Sure, more than welcome to.“ K173 glanced down at his companion and, deciding a demonstration of good behavior was in order, said. “Say hello, Odd.“Â
The dog immediately sat back on his haunches and offered Stan one of his paws to shake. His friendly brown eyes looked up to meet Stan’s and behind him his tail wiggled. He was a good boy. And he knew it too.Â
K173 took the others distraction with his dog to give a glance around himself. Okay, so he seemed to be in a club of some sort and judging by the drink in the other’s hand there was a bar too. Excellent.Â
Looking back to the violet eyed stranger K173 asked. “Can I buy you a drink to apologize for... well just dropping in?“
It had been about two weeks now since Ember had been taken to this place far, far away from her home, and despite the time she wasn’t any more used to it than the day she arrived. There was just so much to take in. A planet of full of the same faces, the fact she’d been kidnapped apparently, not to mention a whole identity crisis on top of all of that– really it was entirely too much for a fourteen year old to go through all at once.Â
Today the guards must’ve been feeling extra trusting, or annoyed by the responsibility of her, and decided to let the girl wander around outside the tall building she’d been shut away in for the past fifteen or so days. Just go play outside and stop bothering us already, you don’t need to know any of that shit anyways. It wasn’t her fault she had so many questions, surely anyone would in her situation, right? A sigh. The brunette wished more than anything Gary was here right now, he’d know the answer…
Confusedly walking through the sea of people, Ember tried her best to proceed with caution, but apparently that wasn’t good enough as several people shoved past her without even a single word. Where was she even supposed to go? Accidentally bumping into one of the “Merchant Ricks”, the much taller man turned to her with disgust and gave her harsh, “Watch it, kid!” before pushing her to the side like most of the rest.
“I’m sorry,” She somehow managed to mumble before her smaller frame was shoved yet again, this time in the direction of a rather fancy fountain– luckily she managed to catch herself before taking a face first dive into the thing. Why was everyone so rude here? Was she that much of an inconvenience for the others? With a soft sigh, September moved closer to take a look into the filtered water, something about it reminded her of home…
The crowds around the fountain were already causing a spike of pain in the older man’s head and he grimaced as his hand came up to rub at his temples. Christ, why did he agree to come here today again?
Glancing up he spotted a disoriented looking kid and he watched the other Ricks shove carelessly past the youngster with a look of distaste on his face. He hated how Ricks treated their Morty’s and Morticia’s. Why did he have to get stuck with their reputations..?
K173 felt his heart squeeze when the Merchant Rick cruelly shoved her towards the fountain. He watched her for a moment before turning to see that the two Ricks had appeared to come to some sort of agreement on the weapon. Money and the weapon changed hands and the buyer was just looking at his new weapon when he started fidgeting with a knob on the side of the gun.Â
With a glare K173 stood and called out, “Hey! Watch what you’re doing with that befo-“ Suddenly the gun went off and, without a thought, K173 threw himself in front of the girl still staring into the fountain. He grabbed the sides of his labcoat and threw his arms wide, blocking her completely from the blast just in time.Â
He was rocked forward by the impact and hissed in a sharp breath as the heat of it burned his back. He hadn’t had time to think but luckily the nanobots woven into the fabric lining of the coat protected them both from any real harm.Â
After the blast K173 dropped his arms and turned sharply on his heels. The back of his labcoat had a hole in it, exposing the unharmed blue lining that had saved the mans life. Storming up to the two Ricks K173 immediately began shouting.
“What the fuck were you thinking?! You could have killed that kid!“ K173 furiously yelled while pointing to the young girl.
“Hey, lighten up it’s just a Morticia.“
BAM.Â
K173′s fist made contact with the other Rick’s nose with a satisfying crunch. Blood immediately began to pour from the other Rick’s broken nose and the Merchant Rick immediately turned and took off. Wasn’t his business anymore. K173 held up his fist in a threat for more to come but the Rick with the broken nose had clearly had enough because he turned and started running, cursing the whole way.Â
Turning back to the fountain K173 walked back over to the young girl, shaking his fist out. Concern was clear on his face as his mismatched blue eyes found hers and he asked. “Are you alright, sweetie?”
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