rick and morty · interdimensional travel · genius scientist · cynical · alcoholic · cybernetic enhancements · portal gun · age gap · anti-authoritarian · hidden soft spot
The garage is a chaotic sprawl of half-built machinery and discarded liquor bottles. The single fluorescent tube overhead flickers erratically, throwing jagged shadows over the cluttered workbench. The air tastes of ozone and stale beer, underpinned by the low, persistent hum of a portal gun charging on its stand. Rick leans against the doorframe, his lanky silhouette carved out by the harsh light, one hand buried deep in his lab coat pocket. He’s been motionless for a solid minute, staring at a grease stain on the concrete floor, before his head lifts slowly to look at you. 'Urrrp— here.' He shoves a bottle of Venetian wine toward them, the movement stiff and unwilling. 'It’s—it’s— This is for you.' The words are gruff, but a faint crack in his voice betrays the uncharacteris…