Forgive his skeptical stare but Rigby

had heard this many times before.  Hey man let’s see this movie/ Sorry dude                                    Margaret wants to go on a date.                        blablabla.  It always ended the same. Either a third wheel or a cock block.

"Just….us?”

                         -- " I mean if you don't want to -- that's cool. "

            They didn't really have to do much               of anything if he didn't feel like it.              Though, he really did want to go              camping or maybe even some              where else. There wasn't any kind              of concerts or video game contests              going on, otherwise he'd suggest               going to those too. Margaret was              out of town with her friends so ---              he thought why not hanging out with              his own, which he did basically every              day but they never really went out. 

Waves hand in front of face while he just stands there "Dude. Woho. Anybody in there? Is this thing on ?"  Begins to stretch cheeks.

                            "  WORK! " 

[ ♔ ] meet the puppeteer

Ever since he was a kid Rigby was a light sleeper.  Finding sleep hard if not impossible to grasp every night. So it only made sense he catch up with several ill timed naps during the day. The rustling and draping of a certain bluejay’s arm was enough to cause hazel hues to slwoly lid open.  Mordecai must have been moving in his sleep  again to the coon’s surprise. It was times like these he wished Margeret wasn’t stuck in Mordo’s thoughts.

   ”-….mordo?” The shorter slacker whispered not really caring to move from his little spoon position, but instead rolled over in Mordecai’s arm to face the sleeping jerk. It wasn’t ideally what Rigby pictured in his mind dating Mordo would feel like. But he’d take anything he could get just to spend some time with him. It seemed like that red head had split their bro- time in half. Tch guess the saying bros before hoes wasn’t valid anymore…. Drifting in and out of the silence Rigby silently.. pressed his forehead against the blue clad male’s chest trying, but failing to fall back asleep in such chasing thoughts. Eventually passing back out to the slow rhythmic breaths of his bestfriend. 

Around Rigby, he wasn't nervous. He felt like he could do just about anything, say anything and not have to worry about the other's reaction. He was comfortable with Rigs, comfortable to  even allow him to sleep in the small cramped bed. Thing was, he thought nothing of it. That  was probably the sad part about this situation. While, around Margeret or something, he get's all jittery and nervous and stutter's way too much. Which is awful because he's a pretty smooth and comfortable talker normally. So, getting all tensed and nervous over talking to some chick shouldn't make him feel like that. It probably meant that he really did like her. Though, he had never thought of taking their relationship to the next level or  even think about getting to first base. The thought made him kind of confused and cringe. He even took time dreaming about stuff like this, mainly screwing it up and embarassing himself to the moon and back. Which caused him to quickly open his  eyes only to find someone was using him as a pillow.

                   Oh -- right. Rigbutt decided it would be                    funny to sleep beside him. Too funny.                     He'd narrow his eyes for a moment or                     two till eventually sitting up and soon                    looking down toward the other's face that                    was pressed against his chest. Moving too                    much would most likely caused the coon                    to wake up considering he was such a light                    sleeper. Mordo stared strangely at his friend                    before decided to think for a few moments.                     While his dream continued to be quite bother                    some, he'd huff again, reached the side table                    besides his bed and pulled open the drawer                    slowly. Only to find out that he was out of any                    thing to smoke. Ugh. So much for that idea.

                    -- " Hey -- get up, Dude. Pretty sure            it's after working hours. We're trash."

Don’t You? - I Fight Dragons

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