RIGBY
Rigby watched the amused look on the other man's face fade away in response to his glare. It's almost nice to be bigger for once, but almost was the keyword. He'd much rather be hidden away in the shadows than on display in this way. The gaze of the shorter man is persistent, jadedly stubborn. And so is Rigby's, they stood in silence and at a stand still until the other reached towards the firling and coaxed the fabric from it's nettles.
Rigby's glare twitched at his lips, irritation at the man, at the stupid tree, at the whole day it seemed. "Keep it," he droned in his deep raspy tone, reaching up and scratching a spot at the back of his head. In a moment of pure scorn his mouth betrayed his ego, and rather than turning and walking away he grumbled, "guess the tree has favorites."
Rigby's glare twitched at his lips, irritation at the man, at the stupid tree, at the whole day it seemed. "Keep it," he droned in his deep raspy tone, reaching up and scratching a spot at the back of his head. In a moment of pure scorn his mouth betrayed his ego, and rather than turning and walking away he grumbled, "guess the tree has favorites."
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
