i'm really not so with you anymore
Rigby snorted, smirk broadening then into a smile. Most thugs were ironically funny, but this one had such a way with words. The boy cocked his head, narrowed his brows, "All this cause you were too slow to not get hit in the head with a rock?" He shook his head, greasy brown curls flopping over his eyes, "Well go ahead doc, I don't have all day," came his reply, a jaunty shrug as her stared at the other. He knew he was annoying, he knew he was a real fuck head. But that was the point, push and push until they push back.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
