RIGBY
He is a dry kinda guy, Rigby doesn't often put too much effort into amusing or providing good conversation. At least his response is true to himself, as is the smoke that curls around him. He doesn't have more to say, he's done his introduction and said his piece. The governor seems to have plans, eager to get back to wherever he'd lost. Rigby could go with him as was offered, maybe help forge the way, but now that he had a cigarette clamped between his teeth he didn't much wanna go anywhere.
He shook his head, pulling the cherry from his lips for a moment as he replied, "City's boring," he repeated with a grin, shrugging as he leaned against the rock. "Thanks for the smoke," he said, popping it back in between his lips.
He shook his head, pulling the cherry from his lips for a moment as he replied, "City's boring," he repeated with a grin, shrugging as he leaned against the rock. "Thanks for the smoke," he said, popping it back in between his lips.
tell me im an angel, kick me like a stray
