[Morty is sitting out in the open as usual, his Gengar chilling in his lap as he strokes his ears and head idly. Everything is the same as usual... except his headband seems pushed down just a bit more than is usually is. Yes, ladies, you can't see his eyes. He figures it makes sense, the island somehow made him blind, so why worry about it? ( Read more... )

[Morty is trying to make something to eat, knowing he can't live off snack food from the mart forever. His Pokémon can't either, as much as they'd like to.]

[So here he is trying to make some rice and egg.]

[Sadly, he usually lives off whatever the channelers in his gym make for him because he's rather horrible at cooking himself, so there's some ( Read more... )

[Morty is sitting against a tree, his Gengar on his lap as they share an orange. Leaving the Pokémon to chew the skin he eats the last bite of the fruit and looks up into the branches of the tree.]

[Wait. Those are the branches of a nice island tree. Or a Tropius. Not something that would be near the tower like he'd been resting under. It was also ( Read more... )