i'm really not so with you anymore
It looked cool? No way, Rigby didn't even try to look cool most of the time, maybe he was going more for sleazy dealer or something. But 'cool' is also a win, it would've made him smile to know that considering it was at the other man's expense. It didn't last long, as always the dude had the audacity to snatch Rigby's cigarette. His pack was running out, luckily he had more stashed in some drawer back home.
What came out of his mouth at the man's threat was not grovelling, but a snicker. Arsehole, what a fun way to say butt. Dark eyes followed the hand to the knife at the belt, he watched the way it was handled to be held just between them. He stared for a moment, then glanced back up to Adam, "Where?" he asked, the trace of a smirk drawn at his lips.
What came out of his mouth at the man's threat was not grovelling, but a snicker. Arsehole, what a fun way to say butt. Dark eyes followed the hand to the knife at the belt, he watched the way it was handled to be held just between them. He stared for a moment, then glanced back up to Adam, "Where?" he asked, the trace of a smirk drawn at his lips.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
