Ja'far still wasn't sure why he let Sinbad talk him into doing this. Dressing up as characters and pretending to be them. It seemed like a waist of his time. He couldn't bring himself not to do it at this point though. With Sinbad having little to no sewing skills Ja'far did most of the work and he was proud of it too. He made both his and Sinbad's outfits from scratch. It was a tireless process and Ja'far hadn't even been sure he knew what he was doing, but he did it and he couldn't deny the fabric felt nice against his skin.
"Sin," Ja'far called adjusting his clothes trying to make everything look perfect. "Why were you so fascinated with these characters? It's not even that popular of a series, is it? I sure haven't heard of it before." Ja'far could hear Sinbad laughing from the other side of the bathroom door.
"That doesn't really matter does it." Sinbad opened the door just enough that Ja'far could see he wasn't even dressed yet. What a pain. "Besides, it's more popular than you think."
"Still I don't know why you picked secondary characters."
"Because the one had freckles." Ja'far rolled his eyes moving to sit on the hotel bed. Of course, Sinbad would pick something so lame as that as an excuse. Ja'far knew very little about the characters and their story outside of what they looked like. He tried to think back to when Sinbad picked up this idea and who had given it to him, because Ja'far sure wasn't the one to do something like this.
It made him uncomfortable that he didn't know the character he was supposed to be enough that he could act like them. How was he supposed to know? Sinbad told him he'd be perfect and Ja'far had no choice but to read it, or take Sinbad's word for it. He wouldn't deny he could pull off looking like the character, but how was he supposed to know if he was acting right? Ja'far let out a groan throwing himself back on the bed. He pressed his hands to his eyes rubbing them.
Ja'far found this man so frustrating at times he wanted to scream. Not only were they going to do this, but the longer Sinbad took in the bathroom the longer they might have to wait to register. Ja'far had asked one of his coworkers about conventions because they seemed like the type of person to know these types of things. He didn't know how he felt about the fact that people might ask to take pictures of them. Maybe they wouldn't look good enough and people would leave them alone. He knew he could ask people not to take pictures, but he also knew there was no way Sinbad would allow him to do such a thing.
A small sigh left him as he thought about even walking out of the hotel room looking like this. How did so many people have the confidence to do stuff like this all the time. Sure, he was proud of the work he put into it, but the thought of people looking at him and judging him? He didn't know that he could handle that part. Ja'far kept trying to remind himself that he wasn't going to be alone, that Sinbad would be there with him. It eased him enough that he didn't start to hyperventilate.
Ja'far propped himself up on his elbows when Sinbad finally came out of the bathroom. He was just grateful to have something to take his mind off the swirling thoughts in his head. Ja'far looked Sinbad over a gentle smile paying on his lips. Not only was he proud of the work he'd done, but Sinbad looked fantastic. As little as Ja'far knew the character Sinbad seemed to just fit right into the roll. He thought for a minute that maybe Sinbad was right about them being perfect for their characters. Sinbad looked over at Ja'far turning in a circle.
"How do I look," he asked coming to a stop holding his hands on his hips.
"You look amazing. It's like that look was made for you Sin."
"Thanks to your handy work," He said casually lifting his arm to pull some lint off the fabric. "I don't know that I could have done this without you Ja'far. Thank you. I know you're uncomfortable, but stick by my side and you'll be alright."
"By your side huh? You've never said that before, it's something you picked up from reading, isn't it?" Ja'far stood off the bed readjusting his clothes.
"Don't be ridiculous," Sinbad said wrapping an arm around Ja'far's shoulders. "Your characters the one that says stuff like that."
"Wonderful," Ja'far said rolling his eyes. "Do I also have to bow down to you and treat you like a king."
"I would not argue against it," Sinbad replied a warm grin spreading across his face.
"It'll be a cold day in hell," Ja'far muttered walking away from Sinbad.
"Ah, that's my Ja'far," Sinbad said with a laugh.
