i'm really not so with you anymore
Not long ago Rigby had walked in on a very similar scene, though this one had less dragons and less burning buildings. He couldn't claim to know what or why was going on, all he knew was that he'd finally made it back to Torchline from his unplanned adventure to the fucking tar pits and walked in on a showdown.
Most of the faces among the crowd were unfamiliar, though there were a few he could name. Maeve, his unfortunate travel buddy who he'd split up with when they'd reached the grounds, Sunjata... maybe less than a few, though some rung a bell. He hung back at the edge of the crowd, clambering to the top of a boulder and seating himself down and striking a match.
Most of the faces among the crowd were unfamiliar, though there were a few he could name. Maeve, his unfortunate travel buddy who he'd split up with when they'd reached the grounds, Sunjata... maybe less than a few, though some rung a bell. He hung back at the edge of the crowd, clambering to the top of a boulder and seating himself down and striking a match.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
