i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
The 'm sure' that the other man gave wasn't entirely convincing, he obviously wasn't entirely convinced. And that was an irritation, those persistent few that simply had to be friendly, had to assume that they were wanted wherever they went. Fuck the amiable and joyful, Rigby just wanted another quiet Longnight.
The boy rumbled, groaned, and shifted over as soon as the redhead plopped himself down. A light? What, was he expected to share? Rigby stared blankly at the patted spot within the other man's clothes, where a pack of cigarettes presumably resided. He blinked back up to Milo's eyes, glowered, then let the smoke billow from his nose.
"No," he decided. Whether that was a no to having a light, or to the deal in general, he didn't explain. He just leaned back further, crossing his hands on his chest and laying flush against the rocky ground.
The boy rumbled, groaned, and shifted over as soon as the redhead plopped himself down. A light? What, was he expected to share? Rigby stared blankly at the patted spot within the other man's clothes, where a pack of cigarettes presumably resided. He blinked back up to Milo's eyes, glowered, then let the smoke billow from his nose.
"No," he decided. Whether that was a no to having a light, or to the deal in general, he didn't explain. He just leaned back further, crossing his hands on his chest and laying flush against the rocky ground.
RIGBY
