RIGBY
Rigby is at least used to this part, the part when Nate sucks the fun out of everything like a tall buff vacuum. He didn't put up much fight when Nate reached for his cigarette, instead he just glared at the other man, almost challenging but also not. It was infuriating to see the roll go to waste, but he'd weasel a replacement into his hands soon, never going anywhere without a little relief at his side.
Can't die? That's not what he'd heard, but it was interesting enough. He turned his head to look at Nate again, brows narrowed, "You were nicer with a muzzle." He had definitely made himself a good target, it was what he did best.
Can't die? That's not what he'd heard, but it was interesting enough. He turned his head to look at Nate again, brows narrowed, "You were nicer with a muzzle." He had definitely made himself a good target, it was what he did best.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
