RIGBY
i'm another unperson
you created this mess
you created this mess
Sometimes Rigby couldn't quite restrain his ire, his sharp tongue and biting words. He could see the challenge in the other's eyes, a moment that almost made Rigby regret his choice. But then again, who the fuck cares? If the guy wanted to beat on him he could, sink his teeth in whatever; self destructive attitudes get what they ask for, and he was used to it at this point.
Instead of a pissed off vamp, the thief gets a reply, something that only sparks a meager interest in him. The attempt could've succeeded and Rigby never would've been the wiser, didn't make much difference to him what the guy dealt with. He took another drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his face. He snorted, but was unamused, at the last question.
"Frankly I don't give a single shit, 'at's what I think," he droned in response, "but i'd be willin' to bet there's more of 'em than of you."
Instead of a pissed off vamp, the thief gets a reply, something that only sparks a meager interest in him. The attempt could've succeeded and Rigby never would've been the wiser, didn't make much difference to him what the guy dealt with. He took another drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his face. He snorted, but was unamused, at the last question.
"Frankly I don't give a single shit, 'at's what I think," he droned in response, "but i'd be willin' to bet there's more of 'em than of you."
you are the grand designer
revel in our unrest
revel in our unrest
