Another day alone meant another day watching fucked up home videos made by yours truly.
With a bit of effort, Mortimer tucked himself up along the couch, burrowing himself into the soft cushions and pillows. The screen of the television flickered dimly as the DVD player loaded the memory into its data banks. Now a few days after the wedding, Mortimer found himself STUCK at home more often than he wanted to with this wound on his head.
The disk he’d loaded into the DVD was old and covered in dust when he had found it. Mortimer figured ut was of a memory long ago. Back then, before he took to the free range, he’d never LABEL any of the memories he’d made.
Especially when he was with his First Rick.
Who knows how he’d react if he found out was on those tapes.
Mortimer’s attention was grabbed once again as the sound of GIGGLING came through the tv. It was young, soft, and…a different change of pace…