[Rick is out and about, performing his now-daily routine. Which, at this point, consists of going out and egging Ford's weird beach hut thing before sulking at the bar for the rest of the day. So, he walks out of his room in the Temple, wearing some sort of weird unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over-top of a white undershirt. He looks tourist-y as fuck. He only regards Morty for a second as he walks out.]
Hey, Morty.
[...Wait. Rick lowers his sunglasses for a second, stopping and turning his head around.]
please excuse the lack of icons i'm waiting for few days before i renew BUUUUTTTTT???
Hey, Morty.
[...Wait. Rick lowers his sunglasses for a second, stopping and turning his head around.]
Holy shitballs. MORTY?!