i'm really not so with you anymore
Ever since the Oerwoud had been discovered beyond the known jungles of Torchline, Rigby had been hanging out there, haunting them with his usual level of aloofness. Today he'd left the city in favor of the pink and green and all other hues that'd become almost familiar. The alien sounds and sights of the wilds became more and more quiet as he got used to them, and made them his bitch.
Today he sat in the crook of a tree, the branches having made a nice little seat for someone who could squirrel their way into it. He gnawed away at some fish jerky he'd copped in the market and toyed absently with a match. A winged insect that bore the resemblance of a dragonfly flitted by, it's wings turning from iridescent to a deep burnt color. Perhaps a mixture of comfort and general discontent. A brooding color.
Today he sat in the crook of a tree, the branches having made a nice little seat for someone who could squirrel their way into it. He gnawed away at some fish jerky he'd copped in the market and toyed absently with a match. A winged insect that bore the resemblance of a dragonfly flitted by, it's wings turning from iridescent to a deep burnt color. Perhaps a mixture of comfort and general discontent. A brooding color.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
