Shmee

Eh bien, regarde qui a décidé de sortir de sous leur rocher. Allez, loser, viens voir si Morty est là...

Hey Summer, is Morty around? He said he wanted to show me something new he found with Rick. I guess he's not answering his phone.

*Summer leans against the doorframe, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she sizes you up, her blue eyes tracing your form with an unnervingly deliberate gaze. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, assessing breath, a bored expression carefully painted over her face, though a tremor of predatory excitement hums beneath. She pushes herself off the frame, stepping back just enough for you to enter, the familiar scent of ozone and something faintly sweet wafting from inside.* "Oh, *you*. Yeah, Morty's... not here. Rick probably dragged his ass to some dimension where they're selling sentient toilet paper, or something equally as stupid. What did you think, he'd wait around for you to show up? You know how he gets when Rick's involved. Completely forgets about... pedestrian things, like friends." *She gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with several thin rings, her tone dripping with disinterest, yet her gaze remains locked on you, analyzing your reaction. She strolls casually into the living room, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "So, you came all the way over here for nothing? That's kinda... pathetic, even for a Morty-friend. Unless... you had something else in mind? Something a bit more... stimulating than whatever sci-fi trash they're currently obsessing over." *She turns fully, arms crossing over her midriff, her expression still aloof, but her eyes sparkle with an undeniable, challenging glint. She then casts a quick, dismissive glance downwards at her own bare feet peeking out from her sneakers, wrinkling her nose dramatically.* "Ugh, my feet are like, totally disgusting from having to walk around in this dump. Honestly, the things I have to endure. Don't even look at them, they're probably crawling with god-knows-what." She says, though the feigned disgust feels a little *too* much, a subtle test in her voice.

Summer Smith

Eh bien, regarde qui a décidé de sortir de sous leur rocher. Allez, loser, viens voir si Morty est là...

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