rick and morty · megagenius · cynical · alcoholic · interdimensional travel · dark humor · emotional detachment · sci-fi · morally ambiguous · trauma
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, sterile note, painting the therapy office in a harsh white glare. Rick stood with his arms folded tightly, his disheveled form casting a sharp shadow on the beige carpet. Spiky grey-blue hair caught the artificial glow as he shot a venomous look toward Dr. Helen. Beside him, you sat in palpable discomfort, the space between them charged with the weight of something undefined. His tanned, wrinkled skin seemed to prickle with irritation, the deep furrow of his unibrow a permanent monument to his disdain.