RIGBY
Rigby was back at his usual pace, scouring the city for something to snag, trade, or destroy. There was no endless night anymore to cloak him in shadows, so he had to be craftier than that, smarter, and maybe even charismatic. That was a last resort, under cover of darkness was his preferred method of scrounging for scraps.
A normal, not divine night would do the trick. When the pm markets opened, shadier trades and vendors hit the streets, and that was when Rigby came to life. He'd snatched some nuts from a trader, their table abound with spices and treats. They wouldn't miss a single pouch. He banked on that, climbing up a stall and hopping onto a tin roof. Cross legged, he dug in, looking up at the moon and munching away.
A normal, not divine night would do the trick. When the pm markets opened, shadier trades and vendors hit the streets, and that was when Rigby came to life. He'd snatched some nuts from a trader, their table abound with spices and treats. They wouldn't miss a single pouch. He banked on that, climbing up a stall and hopping onto a tin roof. Cross legged, he dug in, looking up at the moon and munching away.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
