all alone, open eyed, burn the page my little dark age
Of course Rigby wouldn't recognize her from that day on the docks, when the worker had thrown their disc so poorly and he'd mocked from the sidelines. He mocked enough people as it was, even if she took that form now he might not remember where he knew her from. His brows narrowed as the it's hung in the air, waiting cautious for a moment until she finished.
Beautiful? Rigby didn't often seek beauty in anything, nor was he an admirer of much at all. He'd really only ever let himself be found ogling a pack of cigarettes or a shiny trinket he could trade for a pack of cigarettes, it was almost embarrassing to have been caught playing such a silly game. He shrugged, opening his hands and letting the bug buzz away. It blinked once before it was lost to the dark like them.
To her next question he shook his head, "No," he said simply, watching her carefully.
Beautiful? Rigby didn't often seek beauty in anything, nor was he an admirer of much at all. He'd really only ever let himself be found ogling a pack of cigarettes or a shiny trinket he could trade for a pack of cigarettes, it was almost embarrassing to have been caught playing such a silly game. He shrugged, opening his hands and letting the bug buzz away. It blinked once before it was lost to the dark like them.
To her next question he shook his head, "No," he said simply, watching her carefully.
RIGBY
