RIGBY
Rigby started quickly with the pat to his leg, his arm flailing out as for a moment he felt he might fall. When he sat up and realized it was just Maeve, and he was still in the middle of nowhere growing increasingly hungrier, he groaned and rolled over. Food did sound good, but he'd rather just sleep a little longer.
He didn't respond, spiteful and rude as usual, instead he waited in his nook until she called over to him, something about eat. The street rat weaseled his way out of the tree and sulked over to Maeve, crouching over the berry bush and giving them a quick inspection. Frankly he had no idea what they were, they didn't look like any berries he'd had in Torchline, but he was hungry enough to give it a shot.
"Feel free to go first," he replied dryly, starting to pick some for himself.
He didn't respond, spiteful and rude as usual, instead he waited in his nook until she called over to him, something about eat. The street rat weaseled his way out of the tree and sulked over to Maeve, crouching over the berry bush and giving them a quick inspection. Frankly he had no idea what they were, they didn't look like any berries he'd had in Torchline, but he was hungry enough to give it a shot.
"Feel free to go first," he replied dryly, starting to pick some for himself.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
