@sxnbadā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Chin cupped in one in one hand, the Kingās Presidentās golden eyes scanned the notebook before him, making sense of the scrawled words he tried to call writing a few days before. Itās 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 drunkā¦ flipping to the next page, heās quick to notice a ripped square of parchment, folded and pressed between the two pages concealing it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Oddā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Taking the piece into one hand, he flips it open to read the small haiku-length poem,his handwriting again, and he canāt 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.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIs there something you needed, Jaāfar?ā He offers a smile, but itās not hard to see the laugh heās trying so hard to conceal.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āā Did I not tell you I was coming by after I finished work?Ā āā The manĀ set his work stuff down and sat next to Sinbad on his bed. HavingĀ Ā seen his friend hide the piece of parchment when he saw a visitor,Ā Jaāfar couldnāt help but get over ridden with curiosity.Ā āā Might I askĀ what that pitiful little scrap is about?Ā āā
