RIGBY
Rigby had started to shift back out the door to find a room on his own, but the shocked looks on their faces made him pause. He frowned, confused, scowled as Aurelia said his name. "What?" he asked, incredulous, shaking his head just a tad with the explanation. All of a sudden the pants-less crazy person is dashing towards him with a shirt, Rigby's eyes widened and he startled back.
"What?" he repeated, this time in a hiss. It was then that he followed her gaze up beyond his eye line, to something situated above him. No time to think about what they might see, the shirt is lifted up and swooped over his head. Something prickly touched the back of his neck, the sensation made him jump, the feeling moved down over his shoulder and onto his chest. Oh fuck, the spider.
The mother spider crawled across his chest, he had to try his best not to wriggle and slap at it. He couldn't even see the thing, not with knife bitch holding a shirt over his head. He waited impatiently in the fuzzy light that bled through from the fabric, anxious as he felt a hand brush against his chest. The little legs finally left, the creepy sensation leaving him with a shiver.
With the spider off and immediate danger gone, Rigby frantically pushed away from Aurelia and her shirt jail, glaring as he finally got free. He scratched at his chest, neck, collarbone, turning to Aurelia. "Were you just gonna trap it on my face?" he exclaimed, though any venom was lost at this point. He didn't have it in him, his predominant feeling right now was itchy and gross.
"What?" he repeated, this time in a hiss. It was then that he followed her gaze up beyond his eye line, to something situated above him. No time to think about what they might see, the shirt is lifted up and swooped over his head. Something prickly touched the back of his neck, the sensation made him jump, the feeling moved down over his shoulder and onto his chest. Oh fuck, the spider.
The mother spider crawled across his chest, he had to try his best not to wriggle and slap at it. He couldn't even see the thing, not with knife bitch holding a shirt over his head. He waited impatiently in the fuzzy light that bled through from the fabric, anxious as he felt a hand brush against his chest. The little legs finally left, the creepy sensation leaving him with a shiver.
With the spider off and immediate danger gone, Rigby frantically pushed away from Aurelia and her shirt jail, glaring as he finally got free. He scratched at his chest, neck, collarbone, turning to Aurelia. "Were you just gonna trap it on my face?" he exclaimed, though any venom was lost at this point. He didn't have it in him, his predominant feeling right now was itchy and gross.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
