RIGBY
i'm another unperson
you created this mess
you created this mess
The sound of footsteps, quick and nearing. Rigby took a deep inhale, long and displeased, removing his smoke and holding it between his thumb and index. It always had to be something, someone. Someone who felt entitled to a word, a quip, a moment of his time. Darkened eyes turned when a man appeared, a man he'd seen before around the city and even knew by name. Rigby knew lots of things, but not many people knew him; just how he liked it.
"And?" he snorted in response, not minding the dark curl that fell over his gaze. He took another drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out before him. Despite not asking for company, he was curious, golden brown eyes drew over the other's frame and his tattoos.
"And?" he snorted in response, not minding the dark curl that fell over his gaze. He took another drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out before him. Despite not asking for company, he was curious, golden brown eyes drew over the other's frame and his tattoos.
you are the grand designer
revel in our unrest
revel in our unrest
