all alone, open eyed, burn the page my little dark age
Flowerbirth and it's plague of monsoons were finally over, and Rigby was almost reluctant to leave the house. It'd been nice, having a place to take cover in, make a room in, live in and not have to leave the next day. He wouldn't dare call it a home, that was pushing it a bit too far. He had the feeling that any residual attachment to the place would vanish when Milo and knife bitch came back anyways.
He did leave though, dragged himself out of bed and out into the streets where the sun was actually shining. Not that that was a plus or anything, the grey clouds were just as good. He'd headed to the market first to refresh his thieving abilities, leaving the square with a new ring on his middle finger. Somehow he ended up at Kaiholo port, where a man he'd never seen before was muddling around with some ruined dock.
The ghost wasn't particularly interested in helping, but a ripple at the water caught his attention and he slipped on by to look at the surf below.
rigby is inspecting the water!
He did leave though, dragged himself out of bed and out into the streets where the sun was actually shining. Not that that was a plus or anything, the grey clouds were just as good. He'd headed to the market first to refresh his thieving abilities, leaving the square with a new ring on his middle finger. Somehow he ended up at Kaiholo port, where a man he'd never seen before was muddling around with some ruined dock.
The ghost wasn't particularly interested in helping, but a ripple at the water caught his attention and he slipped on by to look at the surf below.
rigby is inspecting the water!
RIGBY
