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Watch out? Lay low? Rick rolled his eyes at Morty's squeaky suggestions, glancing briefly back over his shoulder at the boy as he opened his mouth to speak again - perhaps to tell him what a waste of time that would be, or maybe to tell him how stupid he sounded. Or maybe both, but he was cut short before he could even begin by a deep, unfamiliar voice, and the old cat turned nonchalantly back towards the speaker, a scraggly feline brow raising as he surveyed him. He looked like some kind of hellhound wannabe, and though Rick was sure Morty would be just about pissing himself in fear, he himself couldn't be impressed. He had seen better.[color=#63B8FF]"Tourist trap? Trust me, we wouldn't be anywhere near this shithole if we could be anywhere else," he began, the insult falling so casually from his lips it seemed he hardly noticed it, and it fit perfectly among his relaxed tone of voice. Briefly, his attention was drawn to the other girl that appeared a moment later, narrowing his eyes slightly as she spoke. Was he drunk? Yeah, a bit, but he was pretty much always drunk. He knew what he was doing - what did she know? Nothing, apparently. After she finished, he let out a burp before asking, dismissively, "What the hell is Tanglewood? Sounds lame." However, he continued immediately, clearly not interested in an answer anyway, turning his blue gaze back to Pincher. "Look, we're just lost. I'm Rick, and this is my grandson, Morty." He indicated the smaller feline, who by now was surely cowering behind him if he hadn't fucking passed out yet out of pure terror. "W-We don't want any trouble - we're just looking for a place to crash." As he spoke, another creature appeared, but she didn't say anything, so he paid her no mind for now.
//oof sleepy post