RIGBY
Rigby hoisted the girl up, helping her catch her footing on the wide branches, easing her into the canopy. Maeve chose her spot, settling in and making herself secure. He wouldn't say it, but he did hope she wouldn't fall. It'd taken him a few spills before he'd learned how to safely sleep in a tree, and Maeve didn't seem like the type to have hunkered down in an oak before. He climbed up a bit further, cradled himself in a little nook, and grumbled in response to her good night.
When morning came, Maeve was up first. The clouds this morning had kindly parted, shining through the wide waxy leaves and across the hand that covered his eyes. Rigby continued snoring, sleeping as though this was just another day. It easily could be, from this position he could just be in another tree in Torchline. Oh how lovely that would be.
When morning came, Maeve was up first. The clouds this morning had kindly parted, shining through the wide waxy leaves and across the hand that covered his eyes. Rigby continued snoring, sleeping as though this was just another day. It easily could be, from this position he could just be in another tree in Torchline. Oh how lovely that would be.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
