i'm really not so with you anymore
When the last of the tall scruffy man disappeared over the roof, Rigby turned to lean back against the railing. He sneered, glanced up to see the guy above glaring down at him. The declaration earned a shrug, eyes drifting back down to his pocket. He was definitely a wimp, but he wasn't scared of a confrontation. He'd run because it was funny, and he'd craved a bit of edgy humor.
So he didn't run anymore as Adam jumped down from the roof, instead he pulled his pack of cigarettes and matches from his pocket. He lit one and stuffed it into his mouth, then shook out the flame. The ashen match would be flicked Adam's way, followed by a cloud of smoke.
So he didn't run anymore as Adam jumped down from the roof, instead he pulled his pack of cigarettes and matches from his pocket. He lit one and stuffed it into his mouth, then shook out the flame. The ashen match would be flicked Adam's way, followed by a cloud of smoke.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
