RIGBY
Rigby continued on through the swamp, slowly the tar pits began to open up into areas with water, less sticky and smelly. This would at least be better for his feet, the skin on his soles was red from stepping in tar puddles. Generally, this was a miserable adventure, not one he'd planned on making, nor one he was excited to be taking. At least the mud under foot was better than bristles and hot soup.
Maeve's question was ignored for a moment, until Rigby turned around to scowl. Dark eyes blinked at her for a moment before he turned back to face the path ahead, "How would I know?" he replied dryly, stepping under a skeletal branch that'd appeared ahead of them through the thick fog.
Maeve's question was ignored for a moment, until Rigby turned around to scowl. Dark eyes blinked at her for a moment before he turned back to face the path ahead, "How would I know?" he replied dryly, stepping under a skeletal branch that'd appeared ahead of them through the thick fog.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
