RIGBY
i'm another unperson
you created this mess
you created this mess
Rigby huffed at the man's reply, because it was fucking true. Rigby had loads of opinions on just about everything, but they were from a spectators point of view. He didn't get involved in dangerous games and affairs, both because it was much more fun to watch, and also because he wanted to survive. That was always the priority, keep himself out of Mort's realm for as long as possible, not even the god of death knows how much havoc Rig would wreak on the inside.
The smoke in the cavern space curled and dissipated, mingling clouds of ash and fueled frustration, tangible as ever. His eyes drift over to Nate again, to the dark expression the man bears as he begins to move away. There's something unnerving about the broad shoulders and disposition, for a moment Rigby tenses, wondering if he'd pushed enough buttons to break the game. But unable to restrain himself, he pushes one more, blowing out a puff of smoke as the man passes.
The smoke in the cavern space curled and dissipated, mingling clouds of ash and fueled frustration, tangible as ever. His eyes drift over to Nate again, to the dark expression the man bears as he begins to move away. There's something unnerving about the broad shoulders and disposition, for a moment Rigby tenses, wondering if he'd pushed enough buttons to break the game. But unable to restrain himself, he pushes one more, blowing out a puff of smoke as the man passes.
you are the grand designer
revel in our unrest
revel in our unrest
