But underneath, man, I'm just killing time
Characters: Rick bloody_pens and Nikki dont_leave_town
Date/Time: February 3rd, early afternoon
Location: Rick and Genius' house, section 4- possibly going elsewhere?
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Rick and Nikki finally have the "so i think ur mai waifu" conversation that he's been putting off for so long.
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Rick whistled between his front teeth as he stood in the kitchen, mixing up a batch of dough to make cookies. Cookies were tasty and something he and Genius both enjoyed, and moreover, cookies did not require him to think.
Catherine was here. Genius had had another memory that didn't exactly make him look all that great. He'd heard Promise in his own memory, and asked her a pretty stupid question. And he was greatly disturbed by the fact that Nikki's memory didn't seem familiar to him at all- he'd heard it, heard the both of them conversing, but he didn't have the feeling of having regained something he'd lost like he had the other times he'd gotten something back. He wasn't sure what to make of that, nor who he could ask about it, so instead, he just made cookies.
Setting aside a little bit of raw dough for Genius to munch on later, he began rolling little balls of dough between his fingers, plopping them on a lined cookie sheet.
Aside from the fact that what he had heard didn't feel familiar, it also seemed to be slowly punching more holes in his wife theory, which he had kept stupidly clinging to, even though it didn't feel quite right and never had. But if she wasn't his wife, then what relationship DID they have with each other...? It was beyond him.
Cookies. Think about the cookies.
Date/Time: February 3rd, early afternoon
Location: Rick and Genius' house, section 4- possibly going elsewhere?
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Rick and Nikki finally have the "so i think ur mai waifu" conversation that he's been putting off for so long.
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Rick whistled between his front teeth as he stood in the kitchen, mixing up a batch of dough to make cookies. Cookies were tasty and something he and Genius both enjoyed, and moreover, cookies did not require him to think.
Catherine was here. Genius had had another memory that didn't exactly make him look all that great. He'd heard Promise in his own memory, and asked her a pretty stupid question. And he was greatly disturbed by the fact that Nikki's memory didn't seem familiar to him at all- he'd heard it, heard the both of them conversing, but he didn't have the feeling of having regained something he'd lost like he had the other times he'd gotten something back. He wasn't sure what to make of that, nor who he could ask about it, so instead, he just made cookies.
Setting aside a little bit of raw dough for Genius to munch on later, he began rolling little balls of dough between his fingers, plopping them on a lined cookie sheet.
Aside from the fact that what he had heard didn't feel familiar, it also seemed to be slowly punching more holes in his wife theory, which he had kept stupidly clinging to, even though it didn't feel quite right and never had. But if she wasn't his wife, then what relationship DID they have with each other...? It was beyond him.
Cookies. Think about the cookies.