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{ sorry for my lack of being here since the first day, I came down with a bug that's given me headaches, made me sick and also made me throat feel like a cheese grater was taken to it. I'll reply to everyone when I'm not doped up on meds and feeling brainless. Lahv you guisss }
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[ wealthy thief ,
The issue didn’t lie in the fact that ‘most’ people didn’t remember the past night’s events - the point was that Ja’far himself could easily recollect what occurred and that the monarch actually dared go to such lengths in the middle of his amused, drunken stage during the festival.
Was that enough reason for the vizier to be incredibly annoyed as he currently felt? No. Sinbad had also contributed to worsening his very own punishment inflicted by his advisor.
Count to ten, Ja’far. Breathe, Taking a step closer to the king, disbelief plastered on his pale features, trembling hands reached up to grasp the purple-headed man’s attire, grip tight on the fabric he wore; it was simply unbelievable! “Sin…” - - and he began to shake the other, frustration evident by then. “Sin, do you think doing this to me is a joke!? Third all-nighter; third! You can’t continue fooling around like this!” Even after embarrassing me like that! “You will not drink a single drop - you will work until it’s time to dine!” Brow twitching in annoyance while resisted the urge to strangle his handful of a king.
He could tell by the way Ja'far's expression changed that his act of innocence had earned him nothing; He'd put back the bottle, his mouth was dry of wine but he was still going to get murdered because he so happened to be here. "...Would you believe me if I said I only came to look at the bottles?" Like hell he would, Ja'far knew every trick that Sinbad could hope to utter in situations when he was clearly wrong. "Three all nighters? Shouldn't you sleep?" His hands raised in a surrendering motion as slender hands grasped the front of his outfit, eyes down on the shorter and expression a mixture of worry and feigned smiles.
The shaking, while something usual, was nothing short of jarring and he tried to grasp Ja'far's hands in hopes of stopping how his hands rocked him to and fro. "I was just going to get one glass! One! Then I was going to finish the paperwork!" But nope, Ja'far delivered his ultimatum and Sinbad felt hope drain from him. "Ataaa...." A soft whine.
-{ 12 bottles of wine on the table
except maybe those bottles were a bad idea as these ones—.. - sindrias-commanding-king - kingsinbadofthesevenseas — looked far, far too familiar. — “Oh..”
"Oh…a new twin. It never ceases to amaze me how many I have."
-- "We're just too perfect they need more than one of us to keep the world spinning."
[ "Morning, Sleeping Beauty" ]
Did that voice hold a tone of sarcasm? Was that what he was picking up on as his eyes opened to the light; He looked around at the scattering of clothes, the misplaced silk sheets that lay this way and that along with the fact that the collection of pillows that usually cushioned him at night were strewn helter skelter atop furniture, along the floor and just at odd places on the bed.It was like someone had used his bed as a trampoline and messed up his room. He would have questioned it more if he hadn’t noticed the piece of green fabric on the floor with it’s gold decoration on the front.His brain clicked up to speed and he looked to the side at the thoroughly rumpled vizier currently looking up at him while holding the cotton sheet close to his naked form; On his neck lay a number of red love bites, his hair was ruffled and stuck out at odder angles than usual and the usually pale, freckled cheeks were filled with a red colour.Had they….?"Good wine, huh..?" The first thing he could think to say also happened to be the stupidest.
"Morning, sleeping beauty" ((hello ^^))
[hi cutie! nice to meet you c:!!]That tone was coming from in his bed, not beside it and slightly above his level as usual. Eyes opened and a soft grunt fell from his lips as a hand raised to stifle a yawn that escaped his lips. "Mornin'..." Voice thick with sleep as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes, hair a ruffled mess and eyes still wanting to close over again. "..." He yawned again and forced his eyes open, looking up to the side of the bed where Ja'far was usually stood only to find it empty.He looked down beside him. "Oh."
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."
Now, he knew that tone and he opened his eyes despite his face being pressed flush into his down pillow as he lay sprawled on his front in bed. There was a moment of indecision as he looked at the darkened fabric before him, though he quickly raised his head and turned a sleepy gaze to the other person in his bed, a hand raising to swipe purple locks of hair out of his face so his gaze wasn't obscured."...morning...?" Now he was a little confused.
-{ 12 bottles of wine on the table
Glancing at the bottles, Yamuraiha sighed in frustration. ”Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bad influence, my king?" the magician commented, knowing full well that he probably heard it from Ja’far. "Or that you drink too much?”
A smile lifted his lips and he gestured for Yamuraiha to take the seat next to him. "Ja'far tells me something to that degree, yes." He answered with a chuckle in his voice, offering her a drink. "But I say that given the complexity of our situation and the time we may not have, what's wrong with indulging in things that I might not be able to do next week? or next month? It's all well and good knowing that not winning this war would be the worst case but a King doesn't go into a battle full of arrogance." Since that was how foolish King's lost easy wars and hundreds of men.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."
Had he really just heard those words break through his sleep in that voice? His eyes opened and he watched the breeze batter the drapes for a few seconds as he mentally ticked from one to twenty; He was clearly hearing things or his dream had leeched over as he slowly woke up.He rolled over to face the other side of the bed and found that was wrong; A sigh left him."Did we lose a drinking game or something?" Or did they end up being dumped here together because of some other reason, he was wanting to cite drink but there could be any number of explanations; Like Sharr was now trying to emulate him so completely he was trying to take his room now.Well fine, he’d have to deal with Ja’far! Sinbad would much rather deal with Yamuraiha sometimes.
Morning, Sleeping Beauty (EVEN THOUGH SHE'D NEVER SAY THAT, BUT I LIKE TO MESS WITH MY MUSE AND THIS IS ALSO A GOOD WAY TO SAY HI~)
Of all the odd times he’d seemed to have woken up with people whom he would not usually share his bed, at least this one was both feminine and — in Sinbad’s view — very pretty; Though if Ja’far found her here then he’d most likely complete his old assassin contract accidentally on purpose."Morning, Yamu." Making sure the covers were tucked around him so she wouldn’t see too much of a good thing him, he glanced over at her. “At least you’re a nice sight in the morning.” Tone pleased~
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty"
Why was it that they never put up thick enough drapes to keep out the sun in the morning? After a night of diplomatic partying all he wanted to do was sleep until Ja'far came and strangled him awake. Occupants in his bed weren't that rare of a thing so when his leg brushed against warm skin he didn't make a move as he tried to settle back into sleep.Nothing, because he suddenly remembered he hadn't brought anyone back last night.Shifting upright in a quick maneuver, golden eyes went down to the small figurine currently cuddled under the covers in his bed and the blood drained out of his face. "Ala--..!" Wait, wrong gender. Try again. "Aladdin...!" Gathering the pillow to press it over his naked self, he sent the younger one a shocked look. "Aladdin what...?" This was going to be like the Kou incident all over again just with physical proof and a lot of people wanting to murder him.Since they all jumped to conclusions so easily.
Put "Morning, Sleeping Beauty" in my askbox for my character's reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior.
#jadone
To celebrate the return of Sinbad no Bouken!
Sinbad using a snake charmer flute. If this isn’t how things went down when he first met Ja’far, I’ll be pretty disappointed (though at this point I’m just desperate for Ja’far to make an appearance kljff;klj)
[ wealthy thief ,
The previous night’s events were something that the vizier wished to lock up in the box for unwanted memories and never to revisit those terrible events ever again in his lifetime. How much more ridiculous could Sinbad become through the years? One might think that there were limits to reach but that failed to be this king’s case; ridiculous should be his official middle name!
He’d hoped that the scolding would work, especially since he’d been kind enough to threat Sinbad with the tone and look he’d used on him earlier in the morning yet the other thought it’d be more fun to go against the vizier’s warning. Had he not told him to stay away from the wine?! It was inexplicable that he would dare go into the wine cellar of all places to visit in the Sindrian palace.
Slow and quiet steps, living proof of his former days and childhood as an assassin - not that he wouldn’t kill for Sinbad or Sindria in general but — ah, nonetheless, he had moved to approach the purple-haired man. An ominous aura could be almost palpable.
"Your Majesty…"Ah, enough said - Don’t kill your king, Ja’far, don’t kill him, mental notes seemed to work (barely).
As plenty ridiculous as he so desired, at least according to the drink that controlled his humour when he was drunk; The laughter he gained from being outrageous when he drank was something that didn't help keep his behaviour in check either! Still, the utter banishment of drink from Sinbad's usual diet was a bit over-the-top since it wasn't like many people actually remembered seeing the pale, scarred columns as Sinbad had crouched behind Ja'far and tugged his robes up in a quick motion. He'd just find a bottle that suited his tastes when the air seemed to chill along with the presence of an ominous shadow that lurked human shaped along him and at a slant up the dusty wine shelves. He turned around, having quickly shoved the bottle into the rack in an action that would in no way save him from the utter tongue lashing he was likely going to receive from his trusted vizier.
"Ja'far.." Tone a little wobbly as he hitched a wide, boyish grin onto his face. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working." And on the list of things to say to an overworked ex-assassin who had to mantra so he wouldn't kill his king, that was somewhere around the region of 'don't put on the list'.
