i'm really not so with you anymore
As soon as the chain left his fingers and the grip was slackened, Rigby pulled away, releasing a deep breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. Rigby didn't flirt, he didn't play around with the idea of intimacy. Gross, uncomfortable, the idea of anything beyond getting punched seemed wrong. He hadn't known much else, but no thanks Locke, his own hand would do just fine.
He staggered away and wiped at some of the blood on his cheek, the skin on his cheekbone torn just enough to look gnarly. The bruise would be worse, smiling would likely hurt. Good thing he didn't plan on doing it. "Asshole," he growled as the other man enjoyed his prize, tucking it away and speaking playfully. Then he turned, headed for the fence with every intent of jumping it to disappear on the other side.
He staggered away and wiped at some of the blood on his cheek, the skin on his cheekbone torn just enough to look gnarly. The bruise would be worse, smiling would likely hurt. Good thing he didn't plan on doing it. "Asshole," he growled as the other man enjoyed his prize, tucking it away and speaking playfully. Then he turned, headed for the fence with every intent of jumping it to disappear on the other side.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
