"Migh' as well jus' ask the durn bird, and get it ov'er with." Jack drawled irritably, before reaching down and pulling a hunk of the white fuzzy mass that had digested the ropes loose earlier to hold on to.
His intention was to keep it to speed up growing the oversized things again if push came to shove-- but the effort caused what remained of the ropes to come away with a plop, followed by a small crashing sound and a dull whimper from the other side of the dead tree.
"-- The hell was 'at?!"
He hopped off the mushroom and hobbled around to the other side of the tree before making the scene even more comical.
"Oh DERE you is! I's was worried 'bout you ya know?!" he rasped at the unseen conversation partner, before a thin, familiar high pitched voice mocked him back.
"Took you long enough, you old pervert." quipped the pixie, as she tried to clean the mud off herself from where she had fallen in after falling off the tree when the ropes had fallen loose.
YOU FRIEND?
interjected Loosh, reminding the two that he had not run away, and was indeed going to follow them to make sure they did as they were told, as he indicated amusedly at Plune, before huffing a puff on his pipe.
"Oh, Blow it out yer ass, ya ol' fart." rumbled the hobo, as he heaved Plune up onto his shoulder.
SHAMELESS *AND* RUDE. cackled the ancient bogling as he casually sucked on the long stem of his pipe. LOOSH LIKE.
"wassat s'posed ta mean?"
Loosh said nothing, just smiled with a broad grin of sharp, snaggly teeth, blew out his pipe smoke, then turned back the other way back toward the front of the tree.
Jack just looked at plune and made a "he's crazy" gesture with his hand while shrugging.
"He's not the only one."
"ya knows I kin drop yas right 'ere, right naow..." jack quipped with a smile.
"You could, but you have to sleep sometime, old man." Plune teased back. "I'd be in and out before the bear even knew what happened."
"I'll bet ye would---" he drolled back with a chuckle. Plune just responded with a triumphant toss of her head and a beaming smile. Jack just shook his head wryly and continued chuckling, as he leaned against the dead tree, balancing plune on his shoulder, and waddled back to the mushroom before setting her down on it, then seating himself next to her.
Some short time later, the bogling runner that had been sent to fetch their gear came running back with an awkward burden it was buried under, making a rambling, zig-zagging path over the mud flat, in stark contrast to Masha's practically regal exit earlier, as it stumbled and staggered carrying the unwieldy bundle of weapons, and other gear.
Jack eagerly approached the creature, grabbed hold of the top of it and lifted upward, causing the poor runner to emit a sharp yelp upon seeing which of the tall ones had snatched the burden.
EEK-- TREEMAN
"I tol' the lot o' ya, I ain't no damned tree-man whatchacallsit. I'm jus' some ol' man as spent too much time outdoors."
Loosh once more drew in a long, contented drag off his pipe, while leaning against the tree, with that now seemingly permanent sense of amusement. He blew it out, then puffed in another. Plune leaned over to him from atop the mushroom, and whispered to him "He's always like that." The old bogling hermit just nodded, smiled even more broadly, and sucked in another drag silently.
Lifting the burden up off the runner, then slinging it over his shoulder, the old man turned and faced his appraisers, focusing a baleful eye on Plune, before stating.
"Watch it back ere, or I'll make ye walk."
The effort the old bogling was having to stifle his chuckles was very obvious, as he nonchalantly tapped out his pipe.
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