i'm really not so with you anymore
Rigby noticed the man walking up behind him, following him, just a moment too late. He stumbled to a halt, having walked himself somewhere more private, more likely to get mugged by the brutes and thugs he'd grown up with. This one now seemed to think that the chain was his, but didn't he know about finder's keepers?
Rigby was only a bit shorter than the man, but he'd never really been anything as far as muscles went. That didn't stop him from frowning, stepping back, and sneering, "Hand what over?" He raised his hands, black tied sleeves covering where he'd snaked the chain around his wrist.
Rigby was only a bit shorter than the man, but he'd never really been anything as far as muscles went. That didn't stop him from frowning, stepping back, and sneering, "Hand what over?" He raised his hands, black tied sleeves covering where he'd snaked the chain around his wrist.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
