RIGBY
As Rigby's gaze trailed across the bruises on Sunjata's neck, he watched the skin there ripple and change. Black lizard-like scaled covered the length of his throat, put up to shield, cover. It was an interesting reflex, and even more intriguing to look at. The way the obsidian glinted even under the cover of his chin, his eyes remained there rather than at the bruising on the man's face.
The response pulled Rigby from his curiosity, and drew a snort from him. "Your neck?" he replied, not a particularly sympathetic reaction but he wasn't a particularly sympathetic person. He leaned back against a stone obstruction, hands pressed against the jagged surface of the rock, watching as the man walked past him to check out the way he'd come. Moments after, he seemed to give up, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
Without a word Rigby reached out, as though asking for one.
The response pulled Rigby from his curiosity, and drew a snort from him. "Your neck?" he replied, not a particularly sympathetic reaction but he wasn't a particularly sympathetic person. He leaned back against a stone obstruction, hands pressed against the jagged surface of the rock, watching as the man walked past him to check out the way he'd come. Moments after, he seemed to give up, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
Without a word Rigby reached out, as though asking for one.
tell me im an angel, kick me like a stray
