i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
"That's the problem, otherwise I'd be halfway cross the ocean," Rigby replied with a snort. There would also be the question of finding a suitable ship and the resources to stay alive on it, but what he would give to sail away on his own at least for a little while.
Rigby quirked a brow the Milo's answer, a curious edge kicking in as he'd deemed this an alright interaction. "What's this side'a the Ark?" he pressed, turning to face Milo with his body now, propped on one elbow, and running his free hand through his hair. Could be something useful that the other man had to say, and Rigby was always fishing for information he could use.
Rigby quirked a brow the Milo's answer, a curious edge kicking in as he'd deemed this an alright interaction. "What's this side'a the Ark?" he pressed, turning to face Milo with his body now, propped on one elbow, and running his free hand through his hair. Could be something useful that the other man had to say, and Rigby was always fishing for information he could use.
RIGBY
