Rick X Morty Lemon Novels & Stories

He tested them once, just for form’s sake, then slumped back like a man who understood physics and didn’t feel like arguing with it. Elky stood in front of him. I leaned against the wall, a cigarette between my fingers, watching. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. Silence is a language Rick understood better than sound. Elky hit him again. Still not hard. Rick’s head snapped sideways. Blood bloomed at his pretty lip like a rose nobody was there pick. “What did you do to Leo?” Elky said. Rick laughed. It came out all wrong—wet and broken.