Fanalis Femme Fatale
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Kheelwithit
Day three of failed plans to get Morgiana into bed, and he's going to die.
He doesn't know how, he doesn't know when, but eventually,
Ja'far will kill him, and someone will be burying him.
He might not even get that. Ja'far might not even let his body get found. People have been giving him pitying looks all day, moreso than usual, that is. Except for Sharrkan, who slaps his back in a congratulatory gesture and tells him he's got hella guts. Alibaba feels lightheaded from making double takes all day. Ja'far might kill him, but Alibaba'd at least like to look death in the eye before he goes.
He only really has himself to blame. He should have known that brutal honesty never got anyone anywhere in the history of ever.
It happened like this; Morgiana asked what sex was, he told her to ask someone else, since it wasn't appropriate for him.
She asked Masrur, her mentor. Masrur turned her to Hinahoho, suspiciously not her mentor,
" 's got experience,"
Who turned her to Sharrkan, for god knows what reason, who shoved her toward Yamuraiha.
"You're both chicks, right?"
Who turned her back to Hinahoho,
"Didn't you already ask me?"
Who responsibly guided her to Ja'far.
"...what?"
Which is why he has to write a will leaving Sinbad the rights to his kingdom, even if his murderous advisor is the reason he even needs a will. He double takes again. No Ja'far. Good he's still got time. How to begin... he nibbles at his lip and absentmindedly taps the pen against the desk in his room and shifts in the chair.
It is with the saddest heart that I write this...
No, no, too pathetically tragic. A quick look behind, still not there.
It is my last will and testament...
Aah. There. That's it.
It is my last will and testament that I bequeath the Kingdom of Balbad to Sinbad, ruler of Sindria and High King of The Seven Seas under the condition that he rule it with all the wisdom and care that he does his s own kingdom. To the love of my short life, Morgiana, I leave you whatever you want of my personal affects. Including, but not in any way limited to the elephant stuffie. Aladdin is to be given what he wants of my kingdom's treasury, that he may keep his greedy hands off of things that aren't his (mister I-like-to-eat-watemelons-that-aren't-mine) and keep from causing too much trouble. To my Master, Sharrkan-
A tap on the shoulder.
He turns around- probably Aladdin asking for lunch or... Alibaba's lost his voice.
Ja'far.
That's ok, because Alibaba's voice found him.
AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Somewhere far away, Sharrkan tilts his head in the direction of the palace.
"Hella guts, Fattybloba, hella guts,"