i'm really not so with you anymore
Rigby didn't really want the ring anyway, he knew glass from gemstone, and could tell the other was trying to dupe him. Maybe that was why he'd decided to go rogue, or maybe he'd just wanted a thrill, a fight, maybe a little pain to keep him grounded.
But it was the escape he most craved, to watch his pursuer fall behind and curse his dust. He slipped through the crowd, a ghost in between the bustling streets. His height did betray him here, but he noticed the surprised yelps and shoved people and was able to recognize Locke. Just as the other man launched himself forward, Rigby ducked to the right, into a different alley and aiming for a fence.
He started to climb it, a grin on his face, breathing fast and hard. God he loved the excitement like this, not knowing whether or not he'd win or lose. If Locke were to get him it'd have to be now, before he disappeared behind the wall and slipped away into the shadows with his trophies.
But it was the escape he most craved, to watch his pursuer fall behind and curse his dust. He slipped through the crowd, a ghost in between the bustling streets. His height did betray him here, but he noticed the surprised yelps and shoved people and was able to recognize Locke. Just as the other man launched himself forward, Rigby ducked to the right, into a different alley and aiming for a fence.
He started to climb it, a grin on his face, breathing fast and hard. God he loved the excitement like this, not knowing whether or not he'd win or lose. If Locke were to get him it'd have to be now, before he disappeared behind the wall and slipped away into the shadows with his trophies.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
