With a ridiculous limp, there wasn't much thieving to be done. Rigby hated relying on others, in all that he'd learned over the years as a kid on the streets, to need someone else to survive is a weakness. Right now, one of his decidedly least favorite people was the person he counted on, who had shot him and then taken him in. In a way, she'd tortured him far more this way than if she'd left him there to rot.
But he'd slipped out from the temporary haven anyway, leg bandaged beneath his clothes, limping down to Kaiholo and settling against a barrel. He'd grown accustomed to most of the dock workers, the busy piers were frequent 'business' zones for him. So when someone he'd never seen before arrived, walking strange and carrying some kind of disc, his attention was drawn there, to the man who's gruffness did not quite suit his energy.
He watched with sunken brown eyes as the disc went horribly awry, and he snorted out a laugh, glancing over to the man who'd thrown it with a smirk.
But he'd slipped out from the temporary haven anyway, leg bandaged beneath his clothes, limping down to Kaiholo and settling against a barrel. He'd grown accustomed to most of the dock workers, the busy piers were frequent 'business' zones for him. So when someone he'd never seen before arrived, walking strange and carrying some kind of disc, his attention was drawn there, to the man who's gruffness did not quite suit his energy.
He watched with sunken brown eyes as the disc went horribly awry, and he snorted out a laugh, glancing over to the man who'd thrown it with a smirk.
