In their apartment, Edmund and Morty sit together on the couch, the smaller rabbitkin laying on top of the large tigerkin. Strong, stripped arms held him firm, but gently. On the other side of the room, an illusion projector is playing, showing a projection some program. Neither of them could say what it was about, the dialog just audible enough to serve as background noise and their attention more focused on each other.

Morty: "Y'know, Ed. It's almost funny how different you are with me than you are when you're training."

Ed: "Watdaya mean, Morty? I'm the same guy either way."

Morty: "You get so intense, like a complete different person."

Ed: "C'mon, Mort. Someone woulda told me if I was freakin' them out that bad... right?"

All the willpower in the world could do nothing to suppress the chuckle that Mortimer let out.

Ed: "Right?"

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Poor Edmund. Perhaps he'd understand if he saw what he looks like when he's in the zone.

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Art by  backcat
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