RIGBY
Rigby was in essence a street rat, taking and trading and weaseling his way around the piers and docks for a bite to eat. But, his solitary nature had taken him out into the jungle plenty of times, he'd figured out how to forage. Not quite hunting, but he knew how to determine a berry good or bad. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. Hopefully they were just in a different part of the Oerwoud that smelled bad and fucking sucked.
He went back to looking around once she'd finished standing, leaving her to her own devices. He squinted, screwing up his face as if it would help him see farther through the smog. Eventually he decided on a direction, hoping it was the way home, and started moving. Her retort earned a grin from him, though he didn't turn to give her the satisfaction of knowing it. "No, actually," he replied, sarcastic and grainy.
He lead them around the land bars, past an old carcass of something unsavory, onward and onward. Rigby was fine to continue in silence, he had nothing much to say. They were just two people, teleported to a bog.
He went back to looking around once she'd finished standing, leaving her to her own devices. He squinted, screwing up his face as if it would help him see farther through the smog. Eventually he decided on a direction, hoping it was the way home, and started moving. Her retort earned a grin from him, though he didn't turn to give her the satisfaction of knowing it. "No, actually," he replied, sarcastic and grainy.
He lead them around the land bars, past an old carcass of something unsavory, onward and onward. Rigby was fine to continue in silence, he had nothing much to say. They were just two people, teleported to a bog.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
