The throne room was still abuzz with activity even if Jareth himself was still lounging like the king he was on his throne. He was idly twirling his pimp cane and keeping an eye on the captives. He wasn't expecting them to escape since he knew they couldn't but they'd been so entertaining with their glares and attempts to leave that he was hoping
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Not that Karla could say for certain, with her powers being as affected as they were. But still. It was something. The glaring was a good sign.
"Getting about as tired of the scenery as I am?" Karla asked, her voiced pitched not to carry.
It was a half-lie. She could feel something tugging at her emotions, making her want to stay, to enjoy herself. She was just ignoring that right now, thank much.
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"I don't know what you could be talking about." The sarcasm was thick in her voice. "There's nothing I love more than being made to wait around after being captured for some unknown purpose."
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He was just also very much aware they were stuck in a magical fortress of which they didn't know the layout, and he'd be loath to take rash action and wind up making things worse for himself.
He sat and observed instead.
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Yelling at Jareth was hard.
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