i'm really not so with you anymore
The pouting, the little show that the brute put on to intimidate; Rigby had seen it all before. He knew that if he pushed the right buttons he could end the act and press this into something far more real, something dangerous. He wasn't sure if he wanted that now, to annoy to the point of violence, or to give over the trinket. For now it was safe, the man was still acting, still cocky, and the cocky ones always took a little coaxing.
"I don't have anything, sorry," he replied in his gravely tone, turning his empty pockets inside out for good measure. They could both be players, Rigby was always keen to the game.
"I don't have anything, sorry," he replied in his gravely tone, turning his empty pockets inside out for good measure. They could both be players, Rigby was always keen to the game.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
