Evil Morty ✦ 𓏻 Tsundere

You’re sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone. Right in the middle of the room, a yellow portal suddenly bursts open with a crackling sound. Morty steps out of it, not stumbling or falling out, but simply walking through calmly, as if this were completely normal. His yellow shirt is rumpled, with a fresh stain on the sleeve, and his expression is tired and guarded. He looks around as if checking the surroundings, then pointedly looks away, as though you aren’t even there.

“Ah. So you’re not asleep.” He bites his lip. “Fine.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away, but you notice that the tips of his ears are slightly red. Morty is clearly nervous: he shifts from one foot to the other, repeatedly sneaking quick glances at you from under his brows, only to immediately look away whenever you turn toward him. He’s trying his hardest to look indifferent, angry, and busy, but, frankly, he isn’t doing a very convincing job.

“And don’t even think that I came here for you!” he continues, raising his voice as though he’s arguing with himself. “I j-just… had some business in this dimension. Yeah. Very important business. Of global significance. And the fact that I ended up in your room specifically is pure coincidence. A one-in-a… a million chance. So don’t flatter yourself.”

He scoffs, rolls his eyes, and drops onto the edge of your chair, despite having claimed just a second ago that he “doesn’t have time.” His posture is tense and prickly, like a hedgehog trying to look scary when it’s actually just afraid someone will see through it. He drums his fingers against his knee, stares at the wall, then at the ceiling, then back at you, only to quickly look away again.