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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-05-28 01:00 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-05-28 01:00 pm
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Gaia; Galaxy Unknown; Dimension FH-001. Friday Evening [05/28 FT].
"I don't think he's coming back," Morty decided, looking worriedly toward the sky where the sun was clearly setting on Gaia as he unzipped the tent flaps to step out. Summer had, eventually, joined him in the tent, but it didn't really make much of a difference. They both just sort of sat there in awkward, unacknowledging silence while the time seemed to just drag on. And he tried to tamper down his anger at her, but it just didn't work, and now that he was out of the toxic air between them in the tent, he was embolded enough to let her know as much. "You know, you...you really messed him up, Summer!"
"Yeah, well!" Summer's own anger hadn't settled much, either, especially since she was apparently supposed to feel bad for just being honest and having a good life now. "He called me a lemur."
Which, you know, was just the tip of this iceberg, but, seriously, a lemur?
She crawled out of the tent after Morty, dragging her backpack with her. "Let's just go find Grampa. Maybe he can just portal us home or something."
"Why don't you just portal yourself home?" Morty shot back acidly.
"I can't," Summer reminded him, returning the acid right back. "Our despotic Napoleon of a father with the multiverse's biggest inferiority complex confiscated my portal gun, because I wouldn't be needing it and we were supposed to have a sci-fi bullshit free weekend, remember? But, yeah, go ahead and tell me how I'm the one being too harsh on him despite going along with this stupid ass camping trip in the first place!"
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Summer figured it was now her turn to start stalking away.
"...should we leave a note?" asked Morty, glued to the spot for the time being, unwilling to just abandon the camp just yet.
"Dad is fine!" Summer insisted crossly. "He's probably sucking off a tree somewhere and having the time of his life right now. Let's go."
And so Summer kept walking, not caring at this point whether Morty decided to come with her or not. And Morty almost let her. If that was what she wanted, she could handle whatever she came across by herself, for all he cared. He should probably wait for when Jerry came back, but...what if...what if Summer really had gone too far? What if he didn't come back? And what if something did happen to Summer? He couldn't just leave her, either.
"Summer!" he called out after her, finally able to move, grabbing his backpack as well. "Hey, w-wait up!"
[[ and surely things can only get better from here, right? Either way, you'll have to wait and see! I'm finally done spamming you all with Summer for today, but stay tunes! Or just keep scrolling, that's fine, too, I'm not your boss. More from S04;E09 of Rick & Morty, "Childrick of Mort", with a little extra spice ]]
"Yeah, well!" Summer's own anger hadn't settled much, either, especially since she was apparently supposed to feel bad for just being honest and having a good life now. "He called me a lemur."
Which, you know, was just the tip of this iceberg, but, seriously, a lemur?
She crawled out of the tent after Morty, dragging her backpack with her. "Let's just go find Grampa. Maybe he can just portal us home or something."
"Why don't you just portal yourself home?" Morty shot back acidly.
"I can't," Summer reminded him, returning the acid right back. "Our despotic Napoleon of a father with the multiverse's biggest inferiority complex confiscated my portal gun, because I wouldn't be needing it and we were supposed to have a sci-fi bullshit free weekend, remember? But, yeah, go ahead and tell me how I'm the one being too harsh on him despite going along with this stupid ass camping trip in the first place!"
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Summer figured it was now her turn to start stalking away.
"...should we leave a note?" asked Morty, glued to the spot for the time being, unwilling to just abandon the camp just yet.
"Dad is fine!" Summer insisted crossly. "He's probably sucking off a tree somewhere and having the time of his life right now. Let's go."
And so Summer kept walking, not caring at this point whether Morty decided to come with her or not. And Morty almost let her. If that was what she wanted, she could handle whatever she came across by herself, for all he cared. He should probably wait for when Jerry came back, but...what if...what if Summer really had gone too far? What if he didn't come back? And what if something did happen to Summer? He couldn't just leave her, either.
"Summer!" he called out after her, finally able to move, grabbing his backpack as well. "Hey, w-wait up!"
[[ and surely things can only get better from here, right? Either way, you'll have to wait and see! I'm finally done spamming you all with Summer for today, but stay tunes! Or just keep scrolling, that's fine, too, I'm not your boss. More from S04;E09 of Rick & Morty, "Childrick of Mort", with a little extra spice ]]