RIGBY
His question seemed to surprise her, she took a moment to gather her bearings on what her favorite color might be. Honestly, Rigby didn't care. It was the most basic question he could ask short of her name, which he spitefully refused to commit to memory. But he let her think, toying with the hem of the apple sack, lazily looking back over his most recent hand.
Blues and purples, and then a shitty attempt at looking threatening. The color of blood, yeah he was aware of what red was. He gave her a slow unamused blink, and started to grab for his cards when she plunked the ring back on the table. Brows narrowed now he reached forwards to grab it, but hovered just over it. "That's it? My name, a drink and your favorite color and I win?" he was almost disappointed that there wasn't more of a challenge, but he snatched the shiny thing up anyway.
Blues and purples, and then a shitty attempt at looking threatening. The color of blood, yeah he was aware of what red was. He gave her a slow unamused blink, and started to grab for his cards when she plunked the ring back on the table. Brows narrowed now he reached forwards to grab it, but hovered just over it. "That's it? My name, a drink and your favorite color and I win?" he was almost disappointed that there wasn't more of a challenge, but he snatched the shiny thing up anyway.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
