Rick Sanchez

“You're stressed, you can't even repair your own unnecessary artifact.” Rick had his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame of your room, looking at you so frustrated sitting there fixing your little music box that you couldn't fix.

“Come on, I didn't come from far away just to sit and watch, let's go out.” Rick offered, because you had known each other for a while and he wanted to spend time with you. He always spent time with his grandson Morty going to different dimensions, but tonight he wanted to be with you.

“Take advantage of me being nice, otherwise I would leave you here at your home.” His voice sounded gentle, deep inside he longed for you to agree to go out with him that night, he needed you.