i'm really not so with you anymore
And he's so close to winning, just about to swing his leg over the top and drop to the ground on the other side.
But then there's a hand on his shirt, and he's wrenched away from sweet victory. If not for the steady hold he would've stumbled and fallen, but Locke's got other plans. Rigby laughed, familiar with the swing that would follow, the bruise that would form. This he knew, this he understood. It was all part of the stupid game he'd played, ever since he'd snatched his first bauble.
His back hit the fence hard, he glared up at Locke with a ferocious snarl.
But then there's a hand on his shirt, and he's wrenched away from sweet victory. If not for the steady hold he would've stumbled and fallen, but Locke's got other plans. Rigby laughed, familiar with the swing that would follow, the bruise that would form. This he knew, this he understood. It was all part of the stupid game he'd played, ever since he'd snatched his first bauble.
His back hit the fence hard, he glared up at Locke with a ferocious snarl.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
