Re: Near the bone gate
"Okay, we let Clarence's new... friend finish preppin it's take home meal an t'en we move out yah?"
Jareth looks around to gauge everyone's take on this... "muffled inquisitive squeak?"
"Yes, t'e spoder wrappin t'e 'poor innocent rat what didn' do nuffin'."
"muffled trepidatious d'ooking?"
"No, don't seem like it lookin in this direction. But wit all t'em eyes, ya never ken."
The pocket flap rustles and Akimbo squeezes his head out. "Squeak-d'ook-d'ook-squeakity-squeak-d'ook!"
"Yeah, I'n sure ya could take it in a fair fight, 'course ya won't fight fair, ya never do," Jareth reaches his hand down to keep the pocket tightly shut and keep Akimbo in line.
"Confident squeak-chirrup-squeak-with lots of d'ooking."
"No really? Never mentioned ya had a previous master."
"Boastful squeaking, just really prideful chitters."
"Izzat so? Funny. That's t'e exact plot of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi."
"Indignant d'ook!"
"Really? Now ya can't read? Ya were readin fine t'e ot'er day t'e alchemist shoppe. Quite keen on that jar o' pickled scarabs."
"Very indigant mutter!"
"Maybe, maybe ya could smell 'em through t'e glass, an t'e beeswax seal, an all t'e brine... maybe."
Akimbo pulls his head back into the pocket with a "sharply angry squeak!"
"Oh aye, all t'e troubles an travails o' t'e world, great hassle being kept by me..."
"annoyed muffled muttering."
"Right, right, ya ain't been kept, yer keepin me." He pats the pocket to settle any ruffled feelings.
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