RIGBY
Rigby was no botanist, he had very limited plant knowledge and it was explicitly Torchline related. His skill set lie elsewhere, in distraction and subterfuge, quick fingers and getaways. In a way he was glad that she was here, he probably would've looked right over the stalks as though they were reeds. "Cool," he replied in a low mumble, sitting across from her and reaching for some food.
The stalks were crunchy, but a nice source of green. The berries didn't compliment the stalks, and there was a weird texture to the meal overall. At the mention of roasting he contemplated pulling out a match; he may not have shoes but he still had his smokes. But no, that would take more time, time that he wouldn't trade for better taste.
He finished up, not full but not starving either. The boy stood, turned around and stretched. He began to wander a bit, scouting the clearing and looking beyond, just looking for what might come next.
The stalks were crunchy, but a nice source of green. The berries didn't compliment the stalks, and there was a weird texture to the meal overall. At the mention of roasting he contemplated pulling out a match; he may not have shoes but he still had his smokes. But no, that would take more time, time that he wouldn't trade for better taste.
He finished up, not full but not starving either. The boy stood, turned around and stretched. He began to wander a bit, scouting the clearing and looking beyond, just looking for what might come next.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
