RIGBY
The governor repeats his name, looking him over and giving him almost too much attention. Rigby usually preferred not to be inspected, if someone looks long enough they might find him interesting and that always warranted questions and the like. This time though he allowed it, he had been the one to approach after all, with only a light discomfort in the way he averted his gaze from the steely blues of Sunjata.
There's another question, more prying, but Rigby obliged for now, "What'd you think," he replied with a smirk, inhaling the tobacco and letting it billow from the corners of his mouth.
There's another question, more prying, but Rigby obliged for now, "What'd you think," he replied with a smirk, inhaling the tobacco and letting it billow from the corners of his mouth.
tell me im an angel, kick me like a stray
