i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
The playful response was confirmation enough, Rigby shook his head lightly and inhaled deeply on his cig to hide the faint smirk. The cloud swirled around before them, the smoke between his lips grew shorter and shorter as time went by. Soon it would be nothing but ash, and that would be his cue to move on or pop another.
What did Rigby do? He snorted at this, trying to pick just one thing. So he shrugged, turning his gaze to watch the way the cherry of Milo's cigarette seethed and settled. "I steal," he decided, simple as that. No point in hiding it, he was among criminal company here.
What did Rigby do? He snorted at this, trying to pick just one thing. So he shrugged, turning his gaze to watch the way the cherry of Milo's cigarette seethed and settled. "I steal," he decided, simple as that. No point in hiding it, he was among criminal company here.
RIGBY
