RIGBY
It is a talent Nate, and you know what they say about talent. Not to waste it or something like that. Rigby smirks as the hand shoves against his shoulder, even as it draws a cough from his chest. He eyes Nate carefully as the man leans forward, close and threatening but maybe not threatening enough to wipe the sneer off Rigby's face.
"I'm in a good mood," he replied, shrugging as best he could with the current situation. He then made to duck, hoping to slip out of Nates grasp and lean once again but free of constraint. "I was here first anyway," he grumbled, matter of fact, as though this was something Nate should consider when choosing his haunts.
"I'm in a good mood," he replied, shrugging as best he could with the current situation. He then made to duck, hoping to slip out of Nates grasp and lean once again but free of constraint. "I was here first anyway," he grumbled, matter of fact, as though this was something Nate should consider when choosing his haunts.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
