RIGBY
The girl was cleaning the bone, from what he could tell, washing and rubbing soothing circles across the ivory. Why was his obvious question, but he wasn't sure if he cared enough to ask. When he realized that she too was looking his way, he paused, glared and settled back into the bored sneer. Her laugh was oddly unsettling in the dark, he almost didn't believe her comment.
"What is that thing," he drawled, ignoring her comment out of spite and allowing himself to engage. If she wanted to tease, then he didn't care to be polite and ignore. He'd angle towards mischief, two teenagers one upping each other on a the beach under the starless sky.
"What is that thing," he drawled, ignoring her comment out of spite and allowing himself to engage. If she wanted to tease, then he didn't care to be polite and ignore. He'd angle towards mischief, two teenagers one upping each other on a the beach under the starless sky.
tell me i'm an angel, kick me like a stray
