i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
Be amused if you want, all Rigby cared about was the prize in his hands. And he got it, a small paper roll in his palm. He reached for his own pouch in his pocket, pulled it out and stuffed the extra cigarette inside. He'd use it later, likely soon enough as his own light was smoldering into ash on the ground.
Back up to the redhead as a name was uttered, Milo, like a dog. Seemed fitting, "Street rat, at your service," he replied with a sardonic grin, having found himself enjoying the moniker that knife girl had given him. Had a nice ring to it.
Back up to the redhead as a name was uttered, Milo, like a dog. Seemed fitting, "Street rat, at your service," he replied with a sardonic grin, having found himself enjoying the moniker that knife girl had given him. Had a nice ring to it.
RIGBY
