@sxnbad
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.
“Is there something you needed, Ja’far?” He offers a smile, but it’s not hard to see the laugh he’s trying so hard to conceal.
‘’ 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? ‘’
