i'm really not so with you anymore
Rigby was already digging through the contents of his satchel as he emerged, not paying any attention to the world around him. Why should he? He'd come here many times, the natural little nook was well hidden and not at all commonly tread. He didn't expect to run into anyone until he was at least at the base of Apopo, so when a voice rang out (uttering his name no less), he yelped.
Reflexively he pushed the satchel back, his dark eyes settling on the girl and her lowering bow, the sharp point of the arrow. Once he realized she wasn't going to shoot him, it was just that girl, he scowled, glared, whatever the nastier of the two was. "What am I doing here? What're you doing? Were you going to fucking shoot me?" he snarled back in reply.
Reflexively he pushed the satchel back, his dark eyes settling on the girl and her lowering bow, the sharp point of the arrow. Once he realized she wasn't going to shoot him, it was just that girl, he scowled, glared, whatever the nastier of the two was. "What am I doing here? What're you doing? Were you going to fucking shoot me?" he snarled back in reply.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
