RIGBY
The sharp laughter drew the boy's attention up, snapping his gaze to Nate with a scowl. Of course if they were in the opposite position, Rigby would be laughing too, but since things were the way they were, there wasn't a peep of humor from him. The thief groaned, scrambling to his hands and knees and ignoring the offered hand. He wasn't hurt bad enough to accept help from the smug bastard, fuck that.
He patted down his clothes, scratched at the pinching spot on his forehead. His eyes fell back upon the sparkling pile of debris. It popped and sizzled, a cloud crunch startled him just enough to have him wince. "What's that supposed to do?" he asked, giving a terse gesture to the steaming obsidian.
He patted down his clothes, scratched at the pinching spot on his forehead. His eyes fell back upon the sparkling pile of debris. It popped and sizzled, a cloud crunch startled him just enough to have him wince. "What's that supposed to do?" he asked, giving a terse gesture to the steaming obsidian.
like a bullet through a flock of doves
to rage this war against your faith in me
to rage this war against your faith in me
