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A little past noon, hurried steps shouldn't have been the cause for intimidation nor worried glances - yet it was. Why did it always happen? A King should be the most responsible entity within the monarchy and yet this peculiar ruler certainly seemed to have his mind and interests as a whole elsewhere; that is, away from work and all that such entailed. This was the reason why the royal advisor practically stomped his feet - in the most delicate of fashions, if such could make sense - as he made his way towards the usual spots where his fugitive enjoyed hiding at.
The most handful of creatures!
"Sin--!?" Words were even cut off before the entire thought left his lips upon noticing the king's desk was empty; Who am I kidding,. As if Sinbad would willingly come to his office and do work. That wouldn't happen in a million years, it was a sad reality! It also meant further work for Ja'far (not that he minded, of course, but they do always say that extremes are bad). A pale eyebrow twitched in sheer annoyance and it took a strong will to not break something - he'd learned to control himself throughout the years. Diplomacy and manners overall were necessary when occupying such an important position as he did after all.
The temptation to drown in work while Sinbad busied himself doing Solomon-knows-what had to be forcefully set aside the second ears caught passing servants indulged in chatter - 'The King sure drank a lot last night, huh?' Don't remind me, followed by a giggle and a rather interesting response consisting of 'I didn't think he'd try to go against Ja'far-san though..'. Ah, was that worry in her tone? It definitely was genuine concern for the king. Wait, what? It confused the former assassin, sparking curiosity within him as he exited the room he'd been occupying before deciding to tour the palace once again in search of Sinbad.
Unamused, quite obvious from the look on his face, the vizier wandered down this and that hall, through the courtyard, back within the palace -- pausing when familiar purple locks caught the corner of his eye. Wine...cellar?