Jareth, still in a state of shock, fumbled with the rag like a novice juggler suddenly handed a set of flaming torches. It slipped through his fingers with all the grace of a wet bar of soap, and he embarked on an impromptu, slightly comical dance to intercept it before it hit the floor. His expression, initially a portrait of shock, transformed into a mild embarrassment, his cheeks tinged with a hue that mirrored the color of the rag. A sheepish chuckle escaped his lips, a non-verbal admission of his momentary lack of coordination.
Once finally secured in his grasp, Jareth attacked his soaked hair with a mixture of enthusiasm and gaucheness, resembling a wet dog enthusiastically shaking off rain. Water droplets became a spray of tiny, rebellious rebels, each one attempting an escape into freedom.
Once finally secured in his grasp, Jareth attacked his soaked hair with a mixture of enthusiasm and gaucheness, resembling a wet dog enthusiastically shaking off rain. Water droplets became a spray of tiny, rebellious rebels, each one attempting an escape into freedom.
That's... that's quite a lot to take in,he admitted between awkward tugs at his hair, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to dissect the complex puzzle laid before him.
So, your current body isn't your original one, but rather a vessel for your spirit? And this Akibrus person orchestrated this... transfer?His words spilled out, a mix of disbelief and a genuine attempt to unravel the intricacies of Charlotte's extraordinary tale.
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