RIGBY
Used to the hooting and scratching of the jungle, he wasn't bothered by snapping twigs or other ambient sounds. As loud as the frogs could croak and bugs could scream, they posed no threat so he tuned them out. It was the sound of metal against something hard, perhaps rock, that caused Rigby to pause.
He walked up the stream slower now, peering around fronds at the woman who hovered by the water. He watched from the shadows for a moment, then deciding she had nothing worth stealing that wasn't attached to her body (ie. those shiny lip rings), he turned to continue on his way. Attempting to draw no attention to himself.
This he did not do well, the sentient vines thought it hilarious to trip him, and the lanky boy stumbled into the shallows. The water soaked through his boots and to his socks, he shivered at the sudden cold. Large splashy steps backwards took him out of the water, he paid the woman no attention as he groaned, glancing down at this major annoyance and shooting a 'fuck you' finger to the vines that retreated into the foliage.
He walked up the stream slower now, peering around fronds at the woman who hovered by the water. He watched from the shadows for a moment, then deciding she had nothing worth stealing that wasn't attached to her body (ie. those shiny lip rings), he turned to continue on his way. Attempting to draw no attention to himself.
This he did not do well, the sentient vines thought it hilarious to trip him, and the lanky boy stumbled into the shallows. The water soaked through his boots and to his socks, he shivered at the sudden cold. Large splashy steps backwards took him out of the water, he paid the woman no attention as he groaned, glancing down at this major annoyance and shooting a 'fuck you' finger to the vines that retreated into the foliage.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
