Evil Morty, are you and your counterpart boyfriends yet?
Unprompted asks || Always accepting !
It takes Morty a conscious effort to keep his lips from curling in a displeased scowl. While he knows that having busybodies poking around your personal life comes with being a public figure, but that doesn't mean that he has to like it. The only reason why he tolerates it, at least to an extent, is that he has a reputation and a facade to keep up.
It seems like, lately, that means putting up with inquiries concerning his love life, much to his chagrin.
"Let me start with saying that, whatever does or doesn't go one between myself and my counterpart, it's no one's business but ours," he begins in a firm tone that however doesn't betray his annoyance in the least. "We're both professionals, so you can be sure that our private matters will never influence the way we deal with public affairs. Even if things were to turn sour, which hasn't be the case so far, we wouldn't let it affect our jobs and duty."
It wouldn't be an easy task, but he is certain that he would be able to make it happen, and he has faith that his counterpart would do the same. Thankfully, he has no reason to think that such a scenario might ever be a concrete possibility.
"That said, I'll answer your question. Not because I think anyone should know, but to stop any idiotic rumour to spread." He enjoys gossip, but not when it concerns his personal life. "Up to this day, other me and I are not officially involved, romantically speaking. As for what we do behind closed doors, that's for us and only us to know."
And this is all he will say on the subject. He is aware that it won't satisfy the public, that he is leaving room for speculation, but for now he can afford to let people guess. The little information he has provided should keep the masses' ideas to go too crazy.
While the public side of the matter is, in his eyes, settled, the same can't be said about the personal side, which is what truly matters. He is keenly aware that he owes his other self an answer, one on which he has been stalling for weeks now. At first, he had reasons to do it, but by now their contrast has been fully settled. All is forgiven and put in the past. Nothing is standing in the way of him making up his mind.
Or, at least, that's how it should be. In truth, there's still plenty he needs to wrestle in order to steady his resolution and he has been avoiding to confront it, cowardly so. As annoying as it is to admit that what's truly holding him back is himself, taking such a big leap of faith is scary, because this, what's between them, is unescapably real for him.
Making their relationship official means openly admitting his feelings and hopes. It means making himself vulnerable. It means allowing his counterpart past his defences, it means letting him see and touch his very core. It means handing over the means that could destroy him from the inside out.
The idea of gifting someone with that kind of trust is unthinkable, and yet he wants to make an exception for his other self, as terrifying as that thought is. Not just because he feels like he owes it to his counterpart, but also because he craves for his mirror image to know him inside out. They are the same person, it only makes sense.
And, above everything else, it feels just right to allow it to happen.
As the reporter is firmly escorted outside his office, Morty gets out of his chair, his blank facade crumbling and showing how conflicted he truly is. He has been playing for time for too long, and he knows it. He needs to make his move, to give his answer.
No matter how anxiety-inducing, how risky it is, it's too important. And he knows that he would live in regret for the rest of his life if he were to miss the chance he is being offered.
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Can you show us an image of that postman OC?
this is unironically the best one I could find rn
Anyways, the postman‘s just Yel, he just never got a real name and I’m trying to get away from that placeholder nickname cuz it‘s getting a bit too dumb sounding even for my standards? XD Maybe I’ll just go with the full word (Yellow) so the nickname nature of it more apparent, idk
Edit: nvm found some picrews too
The resting :| face is important. He can and does often smile too I promise
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So... how does it feel to be so involved with Adam's egg? Motherhood jokes aside. Does Charlie know yet?
Unprompted questions || Accepting !
Oh Lord, here it comes.
Vaggie wants to be mad at Adam for shoving her in the spotlight, but she knows she can't. He has already gotten her out of an awkward position once already, even at the cost of giving people more material to harass him. She feels like she owes him to at least share whatever comes with the whole egg ordeal.
"I...uh, it's not easy to explain it," she starts after a few moments of silence, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I mean, I'm really invested in it, I'm not even sure of why, but...I guess I feel protective of Hesta because they're going to be yet another angel to grow up in Hell. I know what that feels like and...it sucks if you don't have the right people around."
If Charlie hadn't found her back then...She doesn't even want to think about what might have happened. What her life could have been like.
"I want them to be safe. To have a good environment to grow up into...as much as that can happen in this literal dumpster on fire. Like...the Hotel. That would be perfect."
However, that means that Adam would have to accept to come live with them too, and that's still one big work-in-progress.
"I never thought about having kids, I never wanted them, but...I'm also glad that this one fell in my lap? 'Cause...it's a chance for me to do something good. Besides, Charlie is amazing aunt material, so she should get the chance to have a niece or a nephew to spoil."
There's also another side to all this, though. Namely, her and Adam. Their carefully mending relationship, the heavy, bitter shadow of how they have parted ways.
"But...It's also weird. Because this isn't just any egg, it's Adam's egg and...He and I have some complicated history." And isn't that the biggest understatement of the century. "We've been getting along lately, but...I'm not sure if..."
Her voice trails off. She doesn't even know what she wants to say. The truth is that she has so many contrasting emotions when it comes to her former best friend and she doesn't know where to start from to process them.
The best thing she can do is leave it as it is. At least while she can afford it.
"I miiiight not have told Charlie about it yet," she starts once again, with a nervous chuckle. "She doesn't know about...well, my plan to bring Adam to live with us. Or about my clashes with Vox. Or whatever he and Alastor are doing with each other."
She means to tell her girlfriend everything at some point, but she still hasn't found the right moment to do it.
Well, almost everything. She won't tell her about that one night she spent at Vox's. Absolutely not. Nope. Never ever. It's too embarrassing. Besides, the two of them have agreed to pretend that it never happened to start with.
"She has so many things to deal with, I don't want to burden her with this too. I'll talk to her when I've made some proper progress. Now...it's still all too uncertain."
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