Rice Bluff till the bones are dry

fit!

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Saul let him off early today, said they were slow and didn't need all the help and said Rigby needed to stop coming to work super high anyway.

Fucking old man.

He took a burger and fries to go on another ceramic plate for his collection. At this point most of his dishes at home were from Frank's, piled either in the sink or licked clean on the table next to his bed.

He was still eating off of it when he wandered into a pizza place. Burger wasn't enough, he'd be finished with it by the time he got home and the week before the full moon meant a very hungry rat. He grabbed the rest of his burger and set the plate on a table near the front door, then headed up to the counter to order a double pepperoni.

like dis

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The more Basilio got the feeling of how much he didn't want to leave the cabin and didn't want to leave Thalia alone for even a few hours... the more that he thought he really, really needed to do both of those things. Take a break, get out of the house, see something else. See anyone else. Not that he begrudged either of those things for being his safe places, but he just was so, so tired of feeling like he could only exist in safe places.

So settling into Colorado meant going outside of his comfort zone. Even if... well, Basi was pretty sure he'd ended up in a bad part of town. He could handle a bad part of town, sure, but it was worth noting. And keeping an eye on things.

Lion meant food, and food mean pizza at the moment. Avoiding too much attention for all no one here seemed to care about him, he'd ordered food and sat down, only to get back up because he needed to use the restroom. And when he came back... hey, had that plate been here before?

Uhm...

...

Well, this was his table. His pizza was going to come here. So, warily, like the plate was a threat, the man sat back down.

But the lion was stirring, and he didn't know why. Maybe just anticipation of something to eat.

Rigby didn't notice the stench when he walked in, but when it lumbered out of the bathroom door exuding its acrid cloud his attention snapped to the room around him. The rat puffed up, it knew this smell. It didn't like this smell, and the clammy drip of unease rolled down his spine.

He was standing at the front counter having just ordered, and after scanning the crowd and locking his eyes on what felt large and threatening he shoved the rest of his burger into his mouth. Slow chewing and glaring, he wiped his mayochup fingers on his cargos.

The rat wanted him to leave, but Rigby wanted his pizza. And fuck it he wanted to keep that plate too. So he stubbornly stayed put and sized up the shitass cat.