[split] (se) drowning lessons

RIGBY

Rigby watched as Maeve investigated further, curious as she popped one into her mouth. When she didn't die or at least flare up with some sort of mystical hives, he stuffed his handful into his mouth. They were tart, but he didn't care at this point. They were something. Hastily he gathered more, eating quickly as they had little time to waste.

He was chewing through a handful as she spoke, suddenly having decided to take charge today it seemed. That worked for him, he shrugged and wiped the magenta juice of his chin. There wasn't much to say, and they didn't have anything to pack. Rigby shoved as many of the berries into his pockets as he could, and set about in a direction he'd deemed west. Hopefully that was right.

It was about midday before he decided to sit himself down on a boulder, his feet worn and tired and the berries in his pockets having turned to mush and bled through. They'd gone far, the trees had changed and the forest became less marshy. Rigby frequented the Torchline jungles, but he'd never hiked this much in his life. Without much consideration to the mess he made, he pulled out some of the berries/jam and stuffed it into his mouth.

when i grow up i wanna be
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