RIGBY
Admittedly Rigby hadn't noticed the vampire gourd, it's grumbling lost to the seething of the sea beyond and it's figure mistaken for debris in the darkness. But as it's vines began to reflect a little in the pale light, his attention was drawn there. From what he knew of them, they were nasty things, not the cute companion that most people coveted. She replied to his question, though his eyes remained on Fangorn, narrowed and suspicious.
Despite the distraction, he did register 'ghost whale' and the question that followed. He had seen one before, only once. At Aumakua, where his father had prayed countless times to the gods of life. He was eight or nine or something like that, chubby cheeks and grubby fingers. Waiting blasély for the pointless begging to cease, he'd stared between the railing bars at the ocean. He remembered so vividly the haunting sinuous figure ripping through the waves, it swallowed whole a hel that flew above the surface and then disappeared.
But Rigby didn't need to share that story, so he shook his head no.
"And what's that?" he drawled again, this time pointing to the gourd.
Despite the distraction, he did register 'ghost whale' and the question that followed. He had seen one before, only once. At Aumakua, where his father had prayed countless times to the gods of life. He was eight or nine or something like that, chubby cheeks and grubby fingers. Waiting blasély for the pointless begging to cease, he'd stared between the railing bars at the ocean. He remembered so vividly the haunting sinuous figure ripping through the waves, it swallowed whole a hel that flew above the surface and then disappeared.
But Rigby didn't need to share that story, so he shook his head no.
"And what's that?" he drawled again, this time pointing to the gourd.
tell me i'm an angel, kick me like a stray
