RIGBY
Rigby had found himself awake in a tree loads of times, having chosen a nice secluded branch to dawdle in. Oddly enough, he didn't remember climbing this one, and upon glancing about with squinted eyes, he decided he definitely hadn't. Why would he have chosen a tree that had so many people already in it? Bullshit, this was some god fuckery or something, and Rigby hated that he had to be a part of it.
And he hated that when he looked up higher into the branches, he felt warm and excited. Drawn to the light like everyone else, and incapable of quieting the desire. Despite having a late start, the heavy sleeping nocturnal being that he was, he began his ascent up through the tangling branches, grumbling all the way.
And he hated that when he looked up higher into the branches, he felt warm and excited. Drawn to the light like everyone else, and incapable of quieting the desire. Despite having a late start, the heavy sleeping nocturnal being that he was, he began his ascent up through the tangling branches, grumbling all the way.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
