RIGBY
and this is why i have decided
to leave your house and home unhaunted
to leave your house and home unhaunted
All at once Rigby's opinion of the leaf bound box changed. It felt, or rather radiated metal, not the crunchy earthen aura he'd first perceived. He screwed up his nose, glancing to the shorter woman as she barked and snarled his way. He glared, half tempted to stay just because she'd challenged him to. But the ghost didn't care that much, so he slipped away from her, instead heading towards the purple wrapped box.
This one was admittedly worse in aura, but everything here tonight seemed a little wrong. This felt no more wrong than the presence of this fucky market, so with a huff he stood by the purple box, an unpleasant scowl on his face.
Rig changes to the purple box
This one was admittedly worse in aura, but everything here tonight seemed a little wrong. This felt no more wrong than the presence of this fucky market, so with a huff he stood by the purple box, an unpleasant scowl on his face.
Rig changes to the purple box
you don't need poltergeists for sidekicks
