i'm really not so with you anymore
It'd been a moment since he'd been up the volcano, having spent the days following his unfortunate venture to the wilds surrounded by the safety of the city. Gathering new trinkets, trading in old ones for fresh food, living the luxurious life of sleeping somewhere different every night. He didn't plan on crashing in a tree again for a while, the crook in his neck still rather prominent.
The dark sooty soil clouded up behind him as he made his way towards a very specific spot on the mountain. All around Torchline Rigby had little hidden troves, places where he could stash his things without having to think about home ownership or storage space. He looked for a specific little cranny by a boulder, scrambling into the little cave area he'd found years ago and grabbing a small satchel. His best stolen things were in here, call it his emergency fund.
He emerged from the cranny with the satchel, sifting through it for something that he might be able to pawn off today.
The dark sooty soil clouded up behind him as he made his way towards a very specific spot on the mountain. All around Torchline Rigby had little hidden troves, places where he could stash his things without having to think about home ownership or storage space. He looked for a specific little cranny by a boulder, scrambling into the little cave area he'd found years ago and grabbing a small satchel. His best stolen things were in here, call it his emergency fund.
He emerged from the cranny with the satchel, sifting through it for something that he might be able to pawn off today.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
