i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
Rigby didn't expect, nor was he hoping for, any company tonight. But it found him, in the form of a man with blazing red hair. He'd run into a couple gingers lately, he hadn't liked any of them. This one spoke right away, with the accent of someone raised on the coast. Where Rigby had a bit of the city edge, the man before him could've been born on the sea.
Whether or not he meant to be a bother, the redhead was impeding on Rigby's brooding time. At first the boy gave him an up down, blowing smoke from the corners of his mouth, then he looked back over the cliff face out towards the sea. It wasn't until the gods were mentioned that Rigby showed some emotion, surprise maybe, or disgust. The suggestion that he would be here to pray required correcting.
"An' that's exactly why I'm here, they aren't," he growled back, shifting his lean to relieve the pressure from one elbow to the other.
Whether or not he meant to be a bother, the redhead was impeding on Rigby's brooding time. At first the boy gave him an up down, blowing smoke from the corners of his mouth, then he looked back over the cliff face out towards the sea. It wasn't until the gods were mentioned that Rigby showed some emotion, surprise maybe, or disgust. The suggestion that he would be here to pray required correcting.
"An' that's exactly why I'm here, they aren't," he growled back, shifting his lean to relieve the pressure from one elbow to the other.
RIGBY
