RIGBY
Maybe Rigby should've learned that he was playing with fire, that Aurelia was not at all the 'princess' who cared. His crude sass wasn't aimed at her though, so he didn't see it coming when she shoved forwards, leaned in, and yanked the rest of the arrow out. The pain made his vision go dark for a moment, the yelp that escaped him felt disjointed, not at all part of him.
He blinked into the present as Milo asked why she'd shot him, his magic beginning to work the street rat back into coherent thought. Breathing heavy he half snarled half snorted, "she hates me," which seemed adequate, and fair to them both. The order to stay still has Rigby's gaze pulled from the potential threat at the counter back up to Milo, down to his magic hands as they did their work. It felt weird, but Rigby didn't have it in him to care much. As long as it wasn't inflicting pain, he welcomed it with arms wide open.
He blinked into the present as Milo asked why she'd shot him, his magic beginning to work the street rat back into coherent thought. Breathing heavy he half snarled half snorted, "she hates me," which seemed adequate, and fair to them both. The order to stay still has Rigby's gaze pulled from the potential threat at the counter back up to Milo, down to his magic hands as they did their work. It felt weird, but Rigby didn't have it in him to care much. As long as it wasn't inflicting pain, he welcomed it with arms wide open.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
