Crouched to the ground, Morty apprehensiveley looks from Chi-Chi to you. He's trembling, head even jerking the slightest bit as he points a finger at the slug. The trembling however, isn't initially from his nervousness - but it is certainly aggravated by it. Morty finally speaks after a couple seconds of consideration. He is not a fan of Ricks, but he loves animals a lot.
Can...Can I pet y-your dog?
Morty's voice is stiff and serious as he speaks. He seems to almost be glaring now.
Rick looks at the morty for a second, his emotions almost unreadable.. he's never had a morty.. never met a morty.. never seen a morty..
Rick awkwardly nods and rubs the back of his neck
Y-ya sure.. I don't s-see why I'd say n-no..
Morty didn't know what he had expected. Maybe for the Rick to tell him to get lost? For them to curse at him? Or perhaps at the very least to roll their eyes and ignore him...
"Well..Because Ricks are awfully mean."
His guard remained up but the subtle hostility that dressed his face mellowed out, now replaced with something akin to confusion.
"T-the ones I've met I mean. And especially...M-M-"
His brow furrowed slightly.
"My Rick."
Now he was frowning again.
"Fucking whatever."
He shook his head and turned his attention back to Chi-Chi, a smile immediately popping to his face as he'd begin to pet her with an adoring expression.
A-241 was silent.. the guarded demeanor of the child made him uneasy... He watched with a sense of curiosity as Chi-Chi cooed and purred as the Morty pet her
What are Rick's like?
He asked... what a weird thing for a Rick to inquire about...
Morty tilted his head amused but would continue to pet Chi-Chi as he'd respond.
"Ha! Weird question coming from a-a Rick!"
It was funny hearing a Rick of all people ask this. What are Ricks like? Morty stopped petting Chi-Chi. It was an easy question for him to answer.
"G-geez they're like..Self important, big headed jerks! Swearing, shoving you around, a-and drinking l-like allllll the time. Dragging you around everywhere. Going--D-do this! Do that! Fuckin' hell Morty you're a w-waste of my daughters genes!"
Morty threw his hands in the air and would wag his finger as the pitch of his voice increased, mockingly repeating something that had clearly been said to him before.
"Man, and they t-think that they can treat you l-like complete trash one second and then give you s-some gift or g-gadget the next like-like- l-like--"
He'd stumble over his words.
"Like it fixes everything they've-!!!"
Morty's voice cut off. He'd gone off on a tangent. Face slightly flushed, he'd lower his head and mumble.
"D-dunno. They're just assholes..Why are you a-asking anyways? Wouldn't y-you know? You've met other Ricks, haven't you?"
He shrank in on himself, arms crossed.
