RIGBY
There's a hasty confirmation from Aurelia, a warning that felt half-assed and weak and let it be known that despite the fact that she held the power, neither of them were winning. He refused to look up at her now, all he can do is look down at the bloody stains on his clothes and grind his teeth, breathe in deep on his cigarette and expel smoke, the tension and anger all remained.
Milo was still there, he felt out of place in the conflict, and when he spoke Rigby's nostrils flared, lips twitched, he drew his gaze up to the man with a defensive sneer. He bit back a retort, maybe not because he was afraid anymore, but because it was over. Everything was settled and there was no more to be said. Sarcasm and jokes, anger and spite, it didn't matter, he could crawl back into his mind and be silent again, brooding and bitter.
Food sounded good, he was always hungry anyways. So he nodded, still avoiding eye contact, and placed the satchel on the floor next to the chair. He wouldn't need it right now, this meal was free, if you don't count an arrow to the leg as price.
Milo was still there, he felt out of place in the conflict, and when he spoke Rigby's nostrils flared, lips twitched, he drew his gaze up to the man with a defensive sneer. He bit back a retort, maybe not because he was afraid anymore, but because it was over. Everything was settled and there was no more to be said. Sarcasm and jokes, anger and spite, it didn't matter, he could crawl back into his mind and be silent again, brooding and bitter.
Food sounded good, he was always hungry anyways. So he nodded, still avoiding eye contact, and placed the satchel on the floor next to the chair. He wouldn't need it right now, this meal was free, if you don't count an arrow to the leg as price.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
