i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
At the edge of the crowd, the poltergeist hovered. Drawn to the fire like a moth, to the promise of anarchy and possible gain. He liked to snag opportunity when he could, and this angry mob would surely herald something wicked. He brought no pitchforks, but he brought fire in the form of the match he struck to light his cigarette and watch the show.
When the dragon emerged Rigby's eyes grew wide. No longer wanting to be on this side of the battlefield, he moved to the very edges, on the sidelines. From here he had a great view of the burning house and the girl who dared inside. He remembered her, or at least her silhouette, and briefly wondered how stupid she had to be to go into a burning building. You wouldn't catch him there. He'd be watching with his smoke, where it was safe.
When the dragon emerged Rigby's eyes grew wide. No longer wanting to be on this side of the battlefield, he moved to the very edges, on the sidelines. From here he had a great view of the burning house and the girl who dared inside. He remembered her, or at least her silhouette, and briefly wondered how stupid she had to be to go into a burning building. You wouldn't catch him there. He'd be watching with his smoke, where it was safe.
RIGBY
