“Would you believe me i-if I told you you aren’t the first person or thing to pop into my house a-and that a lot of the other things were creepier than you? I-I mean, from where I’m standing, besides you showing up out of the blue, the only different thing about you i-is your arm and even that’s not like– way out there. A lot of people need that operation– right?”
Morty had to admit, in his head where no one else could hear him, that his reaction to this situation shocked even him. He never thought he’d see the day where something surprising happened and all he did was blink. Did this mean he was used to the shocks now? Huh, it’s… well, only time could know for sure. Maybe he shouldn’t get too wrapped up in it right now.
༺ Brown hues looked at the other with confusion, and then sympathy. This wasn’t the.... first time it’s happened? Frowning slightly, she couldn’t help the small smile that grew when she at least inferenced that she wasn’t all that creepy. Shrugging, and leaning against the kitchen counter, her left hand grabbing the mechanical bicep as she gave him a smile. Everything about why she had came here in the first place suddenly vanished as all she wanted to do was honestly make sure he was okay. Sometimes she was too nice to strangers... in their own homes.
❝ Well, I suppose you are right in that... uh others need it... And with how you are acting, I really have no choice... I-I know I’m a stranger and all, but if you need to talk about it, I’m all ears. My name is White Rabbit, but uh, well call me Rabbit. It’s a bit easier in conversation. And uh... sorry for coming out of nowhere... I hope I didn’t break anything. ❞ ༻
