consequor·:
The color on his cheeks doesn’t lessen, not with how she’s curling her arms around him, playing with the soft strands of silver peeking from under his keffiyeh. He ignores her insinuation that he’s been neglecting his health – despite the truth in the statement. Or rather, it’s not so much that he neglects himself but that he has a tendency to forget his own limits. He could very easily blame his childhood for such habits and end any ensuing conversations with the uncomfortable subject matter of it, but he won’t. But he could also credit his childhood for his ability to do so; that he can handle lack of sleep better than most and he eats very little to begin with and that he’s fine as is. He won’t do that either because that would merely continue the conversation about it not being good for him.
What a change in roles for Sinbad to be the one scolding him…
“Climbing into my lap is not what I would call behaving…” he grumbles, lips pursed. “And I– I do have fun. I just– I’m working right now!” His face flames a bit brighter. It’s likely not what she’d consider fun but he can! Probably…
He’s become fairly used to such antics, her constant poking and prodding, an inability to just let things lay. She’s like a child that can’t keep from trying to catch a snake, clearly poised to bite. But that doesn’t make him any more comfortable with it, evident by the blush across his cheeks and ears. He’s a private person, unused to physical contact. Sinbad is the opposite and likes asserting that difference.
“Yes… You are artfully skilled in being a pain in my neck,” he mumbles. Ja’far narrows his eyes and thinks his options over for a minute. Not only is he pinned to his chair but he’s trapped in this agreement. If he refuses to take time off Sinbad will just push further as she has so eloquently threatened to do so. But he really doesn’t feel the need for any kind of vacation let alone two whole days of missed work. He supposes he should be grateful that she isn’t demanding more time.
Finally, he sighs. “Why do I feel like I just sold my soul…” he arches a brow but relents all the same, leaning back in his seat. “Fine. Two days off. But I mean it Sin, if I hear anything about you slacking off I’m coming back. And then I’ll be the one on you for a week.” And he’ll find out too. There’s very little she can hide from her advisor. “Now, is there anything else or can I get back to work?” he says, gesturing toward her still sitting in his lap. He could very easily throw her off if she decides not to move…
ah, how funny that troublesome kid back then when they first met had turned into this, the world was such a mysterious place, wasn’t it? but, she supposed, even then ja’far showed signs of being a workaholic, after all, he had been rather dedicated in trying to kill her at the time. but she supposed, the true irony of this situation was her trying to persuade ja’far into caring for himself. other options existed, sinbad could have taken matters into her own hands without giving he might choice. hm. that path wouldn’t have her doing actual work, granted, she does it, of course she does her work-- her pace just didn’t match up with a certain snake’s. although, hardly anyone could keep up with him in that department. “considering where i could be, i think this was one of my tamer options, don’t you agree ja’far?” a sultury tone and that ever present smirk on her lips.
she stretched, much like a cat that wanted to sunbathe--- only conflicted with the option of messing with a fellow companion. it wasn’t hard to see which choice won in the end. “am i really that much of a pain? i think you just want me to think so, probably something about making sure my ego isn’t overly inflated?” an arched brow, ever amused. his flamed cheeks kept egging her on, how could she resist batting at the annoyed snake before her? truly, ja’far knows her better than that, how silly.
he does incite a small pout from her, “the devil? how rude, i would think it was a well place bargain with a skilled merchant.” did sinbad move from her spot? no. if anything, she became more comfortable, fingers continued to toy with his hair without a single ounce of an apology. “aren’t you skilled enough to go one with your work even as i sit here ja’far?”
a challenge? a tease? a mixture of both? who knows. it might bait the other enough to get him moving a little, ja’far will eventually merge with that chair of his if he continue on at this pace without some entertainment.
and who better to offer assistance than the queen herself?











