The moon peered from behind clouds as one servant of the King of Sindria shook his head. He was wearing only his under tunic in the early night heat. His eyes followed the stumbling men as they loudly burbled from the palace steps down below.
When they finally left, only one went inside and the short man waited for the familiar door slam to show his king was present finally.
"Ja'faaaaaar," said king drawled. He hicuped and fell into the doorway of the balcony where Ja'far was.
He turned barely and grunted. "I see you still enjoy being a wasted dumbass."
The King's shuffling footsteps told him he was walking forward, mumbling to himself all the 'far blinked and watched his king approach. Sinbad's hands grasped the rail of his balcony, a smile on his face.
"As much as I like being this way... I like your company much better."
"...Sir?"
Sinbad looked at Ja'far. The moonlight was just dim enough that the silvrette didn't have to worry about his growing blush being seen, and he relaxed with that thought in mind. He quickly adverted his eyes, trying not to appear too rushed, and cleared his throat.
"I can assure you, Sinbad... I am not going anywhere. I am quite content being a paperwork slave to you. In Sindria."
Sinbad laughed, hanging his head so his forehead touched the rail. "I would hope I am not that awful."
Ja'far coyly gave the purple haired man a look from the corner of his eye, smirking a little. "Of course not, your Majesty."
The wind kicked up a bit and it stirred the settling desert heat around them. Sinbad pulled at his hair, still bent over, eyes directed into the courtyard below.
"...Ja'far?"
The clerk looked at the man next to him. He didn't have to say anything, he could tell what Sinbad was thinking. So he signed and took the two steps that brought him to the king's side.
"Much as I like the scenery and weather and exhausting amounts of paperwork, and dragging you home when you're drunk..." Sinbad raised an eyebrow at him and he waved his hand as if to dismiss it. "You are my friend, and I value being of service to you."
Sinbad smiled. "Thanks, Ja'far."
The boy smiled thinly as the older man left, and then sighed.
"Anytime."