yay threesome. Uh, I don't really support MortyxWhitney but I love BugsyxWhitney.
Bugsy's fluffy, okay?
Pokemon isn't mind.
She's the never ending story in one's eyes, the conflict in another's.
She's a poem writing herself, a nightmare in the day.
Bugsy is so deliriously enchanted by her, Morty wants absolutely nothing to do with her. He wants her away. Out of his life.
Pink eyes scan the both of them, up and down, pick the one who doesn't - never will - want or pick her back, leaving the one who would blow up heaven for her if she wanted in the dust.
Bugsy can't tell her that batting her eyelashes at Morty isn't going to work, won't ever work, because she's made her choice, no matter how heartbreaking it is.
She's broken him down without telling him a word, without even looking at him.
She, Whitney, shines at everything, tells Morty everything he doesn't want to hear, doesn't care about (she tells him the things Bugsy would die to hear), and Morty lets her build up feelings and emotions for him.
Bugsy is convinced he's done for, watching his sweet poem become someone else's.
(He knew she wrote herself, but this was plain tragic.)
His eyes are purple, hers are pink - they match.
So when matching eyes meet, she's excited to see him again. She blabs about how perfect her life is and how she's getting a certain someone to warm up to her.
She rambles, he makes note of it for later.
He's being wound up by a girl who's done with one toy per second.
He wouldn't want it any other way, even if the newest toy she has keeps her attention longer than he can, longer than he ever could, he'll still belong to her.
(Because all she wants is to be wanted.)
Bugsy knows that Morty will eventually get boring, since the poem switches which flower is she every day.
Sometimes the poem can't be compared to a simple flower. She can't be compared to anything beautiful, because at times, she is beauty herself.
So when she finds herself in his small town, he'll envelop her in a warm embrace.
He'll wait in the toy box. She'll come back like she always does.
(He'll embrace her much like the way he catches butterflies, seeing as she is his butterfly.)