Another little Drabble.
I do not own the Sinja Fanclub, nor Magi.
If only Pisti hadn't heard that yelp come from the kitchen, this whole situation could've been avoided.
Of course, she knew that Sinbad and Ja'far were in the kitchen, and when she had heard the yelp that sounded suspiciously like Ja'far and a clattering sound, her shipping mind had gotten straight to work. She didn't run into the room like she normally would've(She'd gotten wayyy to much of a lecture from Ja'far last time she did that to do it for a while), but she needed to inform someone of this, and her writers were visiting so what better time? She rushed down to the basement where the club operations were, and she slammed the door open she could feel the falling spirits of her writers at her coming.
"What is it this time, Pisti?" Asked Alibaba, sitting on one of the couches as he wrote on his laptop.
"Sinja. Kitchen. Yelps. Possibly moans and clattering. Get to it!" She ordered, and Titus rolled his eyes as he talked on his phone, long hair tied up in a braided bun.
"Pisti, we aren't here to be your writing slaves." The Magi simply said as he hung up on his adopted daughter, sitting back down.
"I know thaaaaaat- But c'mon! This NEEDS to be done and you don't write smut well!" She said, pointing to Titus.
"Alibaba, would you agree with me that just because we have our strengths and weaknesses in writing does not mean she can order us around for fanfics all the time?"
"I honestly don't care—It keeps me busy." Said the distracted smut writer, still writing on his computer.
Suddenly, Pisti's cellphone rang and she pouted as she answered it.
"Hello…?"
"Hello Pisti. Why did you run downstairs when Ja'far fell?" Sinbad's voice rang out through the telephone, and Pisti chuckled awkwardly.
"Uhhh… I had to talk to Alibaba about something—What were you and Ja'far doing in the kitchen anyway that could've caused Ja'far to fall?"
"We were Making Bacon, Pisti. Ja'far slipped while trying to open something up."
"Ohh, okay. Well, bye!" She quickly hung up, then turned around to her writers with an evil glint in her eye.
"Alibaba… Titus… Find out any and all hidden meanings for 'making bacon', and 'slipping while opening something up'."
The look of horror on those two boy's faces will never be forgotten.