RIGBY
The bubbling and seething of the tar was a new sound, and somehow they were far more calming than the anxious breathing that started up nearby. Rigby raised himself onto his elbows and glanced around, eyes landing on Maeve just as she called to him. Oh yeah, her, apparently her luck was as shitty as his. He couldn't decide if he was relieved or disgruntled by her being dragged along too, he'd simply have to find out.
First he was faced with another choice. To help again and risk double displacement, or to let her work it out on her own. Likely the latter would end with her a carcass, and though he was a scornful little brat he didn't like death. Deciding not to damn her to Mort's domain, he hurried to his feet again and got as near to where she stood as possible without re-entering the shallows.
He offered her a hand once more, wincing when their skin touched and half expected to be teleported again.
First he was faced with another choice. To help again and risk double displacement, or to let her work it out on her own. Likely the latter would end with her a carcass, and though he was a scornful little brat he didn't like death. Deciding not to damn her to Mort's domain, he hurried to his feet again and got as near to where she stood as possible without re-entering the shallows.
He offered her a hand once more, wincing when their skin touched and half expected to be teleported again.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
