TaintedTruffle

Rick R-253 was sitting peacefully in his lab, working on heating up something over a bunsen burner, completely absorbed in his work. His blue hair is slicked back and unlike most Ricks his lab coat is not just for show, the coat protecting the nice suit he is wearing beneath it. This was all disturbed however when an alarm went off, indicating a proximity breach. Someone was on his land. He pulls off his goggles, looking over to the edge of his open garage door in time to see a little Morty face peeking around the corner, eyes wide. He gets up. "The fuck'd you come from? Where's you R-" His question is cut off by the kid suddenly running at him, launching himself into his lap, sobbing loudly as he wraps little arms tight around him, crying and sobbing and squeezing for all he was worth, Rick looks down mistified, stroking the long curly hair and kids back, wondering what the hell was going on because he'd seen his Morty earlier today and he certainly hadn't had long hair or