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All was not right in the Underground. A loud, horribly shrieking noise came from the castle.
"No! Why, why?! You cruel, horrible...DEMON!"
Jarek lay on the floor of the throne room, twisting and wailing, holding a pair of ripped tights in his hands.
A metre away stood a short, young mortal, her blonde hair falling naturally around her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes shone with mischief, and she nudged Jarek with her foot, snickering when he shrank back and hissed at her.
"You need to get off the glitter, Jarek. They are only tights!" The girl spoke, amused by the scene before her.
The goblins stood against the wall, watching the king chuck a temper tantrum.
"I need the tights! I need them!" Jareth choked out, looking up at her.
"Rain, I need them!" He considered the puppy eyes, but dismissed them as being beneath him.
"No, Jareth, you just think you need them. They frighten people off, not attract them too you."
Rain laughed, watching Jareth writhing on the floor.
Jareth began to wail again, holding the tights against his face, causing Rain to gag slightly.
"They were my favourite pair, too..I was wearing them when I met Sarah." He whimpered, gazing fondly at them, tracing over the rip.
"They're probably the reason she isn't here today.." Rain pointed out, casually.
This only caused another outburst from Jareth. Rain sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I'll vaccuum your glitter up if you keep whining like this."
"Why can't you wear jeans, like normal people?" She proceeded to model her own, light blue jeans.
"I don't wanna!" Jareth screeched, stomping his foot on the floor.
"I'm going to vaccuum your glitter up if you continue whining like this." Rain spoke again, apparently serious.
Jareth sat up, gasping.
"I'll send you to the Bog of Eternal Stench!" Jareth sat up, glaring at Rain.
"I'm terrified, Sock-man."
Jareth jumped up, looking at Rain.
"I'll just go get ANOTHER pair of tights!" He shouted, triumphantly.
Rain stared at him, his hair was a mess, his make up was smudged, and he would be spending alot of time trying to get the dirt from the floor out of his cape and shirt, she could tell.
Jareth started out of the room, but turned and glared at Rain, pointing at her.
"You are ...you are, you are.." He twitched, stomping. He then took a deep breath, regaining his kingly composure.
"You are very immature, young Lady Rain. I shall be writing to your parents in the Aboveground to alert them of your childish behaviour." He smirked, leaving the room full of astounded goblins and the mortal girl.
Rain collapsed onto his throne, snickering, as all the goblins looked back and forth, confused.
"Five, four, three, two..one.."
"RAAAAAAAAAIN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MAKE UP!"
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