i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
Whether or not the view was nice, Rigby didn't have a strong opinion. Everything was dark everywhere, up here was just windier and lonelier. So he shrugged to the response, taking a drag as he did and blowing he smoke out into the night.
When the redhead spelled out for him the plight Rigby faced, the boy raised his brows as though thinking about it, then nodded, "Sounds about right." Quiet was a lovely thing, Rigby treasured every minute of it he could get. Which unfortunately always seemed too little. He stared up at the endless sky for a moment, then turned towards the other, propped up on his elbows.
"If you're gonna stay, I guess I could use that smoke," he said, squinting over at the other. Seemed a fair exchange, since he seemed to be stuck with him. Sure Rigby was providing nothing but his own shitty company, but that came with a price, Milo.
When the redhead spelled out for him the plight Rigby faced, the boy raised his brows as though thinking about it, then nodded, "Sounds about right." Quiet was a lovely thing, Rigby treasured every minute of it he could get. Which unfortunately always seemed too little. He stared up at the endless sky for a moment, then turned towards the other, propped up on his elbows.
"If you're gonna stay, I guess I could use that smoke," he said, squinting over at the other. Seemed a fair exchange, since he seemed to be stuck with him. Sure Rigby was providing nothing but his own shitty company, but that came with a price, Milo.
RIGBY
