RIGBY
Rigby pulled his head from the cold water, his matted hair even messier all clumped together. He cupped his hands to drink some, reveling in how fresh it tasted. He'd resorted to drinking some of the swampier water earlier, and that had been such a mistake. He plopped himself down to sit for a moment, alongside his companion. She'd become more and more tolerable as they days had gone by, but he wouldn't dare say that out loud.
Another night, another tree, the one Maeve picked out would do just fine. He started climbing up, swinging up and stopping to offer a hand. Interesting, he'd done it without being prompted, asked or shot some snappy remark. He hardly noticed, but if he had he might've gagged. Once again she announced a plan, foraging in the morning and berries tonight. He gave a silent agreement, sighing deeply before settling in at a crook near the trunk.
Another night, another tree, the one Maeve picked out would do just fine. He started climbing up, swinging up and stopping to offer a hand. Interesting, he'd done it without being prompted, asked or shot some snappy remark. He hardly noticed, but if he had he might've gagged. Once again she announced a plan, foraging in the morning and berries tonight. He gave a silent agreement, sighing deeply before settling in at a crook near the trunk.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
