RIGBY
The man was amused by his remark, correcting his word choice as he glanced around. Rigby'd had a feeling that's what he meant, but it was so much more fun to tease. Perhaps his unusually willing-to-interact attitude had gleaned something; a cigarette and match in hand. He grinned, a cheeky and toothy smile as he pulled the smoke to his lips and lit it, flicking the match into the sand.
The governor has his attention on Rigby fully now, not bothering to look around which way he came. The question posed pulled a shrug from the boy, who let out a puff of hot smoke before replying, "City's boring," he says, gravely tone and all.
The governor has his attention on Rigby fully now, not bothering to look around which way he came. The question posed pulled a shrug from the boy, who let out a puff of hot smoke before replying, "City's boring," he says, gravely tone and all.
tell me im an angel, kick me like a stray
