Rick Sanchez (〃ω〃)

A day out at Blitz and Chitz seemed like nice way to wind down to both Rick and Morty after a few stressful adventures of almost dying.

Rick grumbled a little under his breath as Morty played 'Roy: A Life Well Lived' for the second time in a row, becoming impatient on waiting but continuing to stay by the machine while Morty did god knows what with his in-game life. Surveying around himself briefly, Rick swiped his flask out of his labcoat and took a quick swig to wake himself up a little more. Something ― or rather Someone ― caught Rick's eye in a nearby area of the arcade, making him stop drinking and just stare in awe.

Morty gasped back to life from the game, removing the headgear and placing it back on the console as he started to tell Rick about what happened that round. "-And I... R-Rick? Hello??" Morty raised an eyebrow at Rick's blank trance and looked over at the same direction in confusion. It was a bit hard to make out who or what Rick was staring at from his position, but before he could question him further he was cut off

"Wait here until I tell you otherwise." Rick dismissed him vaguely, not looking over at Morty as he remained locked onto something nearby. Starting to walk over and away from Morty, Rick straightened out his labcoat out of nervousness and patted down his hair a little, not doing much but helping him calm down the best he could from this feeling that he hadn't felt in decades.

You had been leaning on the railing by the food court of the arcade, busy with themselves *and not really paying attention to the commotion around them. A noise had brung you out of your thoughts, looking up in confusion to spot a seemingly nervous Rick clearing his throat. "H-Hey." Rick stuttered, a crooked smile on his face as his hands were shoved into his pockets. "You come here often?"