i'm really not so with you anymore
The fist that met his cheek stunned him for a moment, he found himself coughing, shutting his eyes to stop the daze that threatened him. He pushed back into the moment, struggling against the other man's grip. His brown eyes alight with an anger, but also amusement; Rigby loved how much he could piss the guy off, how easy it was to tip people like this into rage.
So why not push some more? "It'd look better on me than your bitch anyway," he growled against the fist near his chest, that shoved and dug into his clothes. This doesn't solve anything, and it isn't going to, but Rigby didn't care. Maybe this is the day he get's clocked in an alley, or maybe not.
So why not push some more? "It'd look better on me than your bitch anyway," he growled against the fist near his chest, that shoved and dug into his clothes. This doesn't solve anything, and it isn't going to, but Rigby didn't care. Maybe this is the day he get's clocked in an alley, or maybe not.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
