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madraaga:

“Oh, that. I flirted with the guards. Might wanna get more reliable security.”

What a punk.

“What business do you have intruding here?”

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“Throwing rocks at you. Ain’t it obvious?”

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“You know what I mean. How did you get in here?”

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Nobody had come to bother the President while he was still in his office for a while now (save for the occasional servant) and he had to admit... he was pretty lonely.

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Creeps behind his king and places a large Spider on his crown. Waltz to face him without the other noticing. "Heyyy, I think you got something on that crown of yours." Judal tried to say in a light hearted voice and not a snicker.

There were obvious traces of mischief that lurked across his features, and when the King glanced to the place Judal’s finger had directed him. Of course he would do something like that.

A light smile appears on his face now, and he makes his way over to the velvet pillow his crown sat upon. “Oh, you mean this harmless thing?” & he plucks the spider up by a leg and tosses it on the magi.

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And he won. Congratulations, Ja’far. Sitting up straight with a small smile on the chief assistant’s face, he nodded. ‘’I won’t. ‘’

Another sigh, and a hand is already sliding under the paper to retrieve the notebook.

“You see, it’s about you. I must have wrote it when you were in my presence while I was drinking or something of the sort, otherwise I don’t think I would have had prompted myself to write a poem.” He glances at Ja’far to see if there was any change of expression when he said such a intimate word, then continued, now flipping open the paper again, reading over the words for the second time before handing it over to him. “It’s something that means a lot to me. I suggest you keep it to remember me by.”

And I looked into the windows of his soul and said,

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Ah, yes. The perfect time to put Sinbad on the spot and guilt trip him. ‘’ I thought we shared everything, Sin.. Why are you hiding this from me? Don’t tell me it’s not like that anymore.. ‘’ The man put on a fake sad face and worried tone. Of course he knew that was a stretch and that wasn’t the case at all, he just wanted to read the damned thing.

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Not this.

Sinbad shifted uncomfortably in his office chair, frowning at the notebook that still lay inert comfortably under the piece of paper, and he pauses a moment before releasing a deep breath and glancing at the other.

“If I show you, you cannot get mad at me, okay?”

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With a click of the tongue and the shake of a head, Ja’far held his hand out. ‘’ Nonsense. Let me read it, I’m sure it’s not that bad. ‘’ It was too late, Ja’far had already been interested and when Ja’far was interested in something, his persistence would make him get the answer.

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& Ja’far’s persistence is only met with the same amount of persistence from his side. Shaking his head abruptly, he mumbles out a silent, “No.”

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‘’ Did I not tell you I was coming by after I finished work? ‘’ The man set his work stuff down and sat next to Sinbad on his bed. Having seen his friend hide the piece of parchment when he saw a visitor, Ja’far couldn’t help but get over ridden with curiosity. ‘’ Might I ask what that pitiful little scrap is about? ‘’

A scoff is his first reaction. Golden hues darted back to the notebook hidden poorly under the paper, back to his friend, and back to the notebook. He laughs nervously again & begins to twiddle his thumbs ( unconfident actions that have not been seen by anybody else but his closest friends ).

“Oh, that? It’s just a little thing I wrote, but it’s pretty embarrassing. I’ll probably throw it away when you leave.”

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My muse is hiding something embarrassing! Send me a ☏ and I will generate a number from 1-13 for what it is! (Some NSFW)10. A notebook containing recent poetry.

Chin cupped in one in one hand, the King’s President’s golden eyes scanned the notebook before him, making sense of the scrawled words he tried to call writing a few days before. It’s definitely his hand writing, only apparent to him due to the sloppy mess of scribbled words, a line of ink trailing the ends of the occasional letter. He must have been drunk… flipping to the next page, he’s quick to notice a ripped square of parchment, folded and pressed between the two pages concealing it.

Odd…

Taking the piece into one hand, he flips it open to read the small haiku-length poem, his handwriting again, and he can’t help but stiffle a laugh before he notices a certain chief coming through the doors, and Sinbad is quick to slide the notebook under a piece of paperwork he had been putting off.