Jul 25, 2017
"wanna get high?" (jadedmorty)
Text to Jade:
[Sure.]
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"wanna get high?" (jadedmorty)
Text to Jade:
[Sure.]
[text] am i gonna die?... daddy please, i don't wanna die.. i want to get better but i don't know how...
Rick rubs the side of his phone against his face, hoping to alleviate some of the itchiness. He stops when it vibrates, looking to it with squinted eyes, his face dropping when he reads the text. He plops his head back down, pressing the voice button for texting with his arms outstretched.
“No baby girl...you won’t die and neither will I. At least...I don’t think so. I don’t feel too good either though.” Rick presses send before gripping his stomach, it being empty for so long isn’t good and he’s starting to feel nauseas.
[I've heard it's colloquially referred to as "Space Aids" - Ricky]
Rick looked at his phone quizically, not having the effort to roll himself over or even type. He pressed the voice button and spoke into the phone to text: “I don’t have fucking aids. I don’t know what it is but I know it’s not fucking space aids. And how did you get my number?” Rick said. When it was captured as a text, he hit send and placed his phone back down defeatedly and groaned.