i don't mind compassion
He wasn't expecting to see that lanky kid again, let alone see him scrambling up the side of a stall. The fuck? Except he used to do the same thing when he was smaller. Not that he's ever really been out of Torchline but you can't be the moon on a night like this. And the rooftops are the best place to see it. Maybe he should chat with his little buddy. It's been a minute since he's seen him after all.
Locke grabs the edge of the roof and pulls himself up, grinning as he does so. "Well, well, isn't it my favorite little thief. Don't think I managed to get a name when we were playing in the alley." He's pretty sure Rigby is just going to run again but he tries to make it clear he's not gunning for a fight. At least not yet. If he doesn't run away, Locke sits himself at the edge of the rooftop, folding his legs under himself. If he does run, Locke goes after him of course.
Locke grabs the edge of the roof and pulls himself up, grinning as he does so. "Well, well, isn't it my favorite little thief. Don't think I managed to get a name when we were playing in the alley." He's pretty sure Rigby is just going to run again but he tries to make it clear he's not gunning for a fight. At least not yet. If he doesn't run away, Locke sits himself at the edge of the rooftop, folding his legs under himself. If he does run, Locke goes after him of course.
just not on my dime
LOCKE
