RIGBY
A raise of his eyebrows, an infuriating nod. "Yeah," he answered, he most definitely did get off on being an asshole. It was fun, and a much better use of his precious time than being polite. If he'd been nice to every fuck he met on the street, he'd probably be doing honest work or something, or stuck worrying about a friend. This was much better, being a dick.
He settled back in against the stained stone of the lighthouse, glancing at Nate as the other looked up to the light above. The notion of Rigby praying pulled the smirk from his lips, a darkness hitting his brows. He didn't miss the seething as Nate utters the name, as though it physically hurt to say her name. Honestly, relatable. "I'm not," he adds, to make sure it's known. He wants any gods listening above to look down and frown at this 'troubled youth', once he had their attention he could tell em to suck a fat one.
He settled back in against the stained stone of the lighthouse, glancing at Nate as the other looked up to the light above. The notion of Rigby praying pulled the smirk from his lips, a darkness hitting his brows. He didn't miss the seething as Nate utters the name, as though it physically hurt to say her name. Honestly, relatable. "I'm not," he adds, to make sure it's known. He wants any gods listening above to look down and frown at this 'troubled youth', once he had their attention he could tell em to suck a fat one.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
