"Did you hear? Judal has a date!"

Such innocent piece of news spouted from a certain tiny blue magician immediately created utter chaos.

Jafar spouted out his drink and shouted, "WHAT?!" and started pulling his hair out, tuft by tuft.

Sinbad paled and fainted dead away.

Sharrkan went, "oh, wow, didn't see that coming," and stroked his chin.

Kouen said, "hmm," picked up a book and threw it at Koumei, who immediately glared at him when said book made contact with his left shoulder.

Yamraiha spilled her latest experiment onto Pisti and Spartos, turning them into Papagora Birds that immediately flew away the moment Alibaba laid his eyes on them. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

And Kouha? He was rubbing his hands gleefully, snickering, "Oh, boy, it's the end of the world!" (Weird, much?)

Sinbad woke up, screamed, and demanded, "Masrur, this is a dream, right?Tell me this is a dream!"

"This isn't a dream, Sin." To prove this, Masrur punched Sin in the face, knocking him out again.

"Masrur, that was totally unnecessary," said Jafar, who was currently rubbing his head. "Knocking out Sin does not prove anything."

"To the readers reading this silly piece of nonsensical fiction out there in the real world, it does. It proves that Sin is a male again and that this takes place after that other little fiction the author writing this has." (Yes, shameless advertisement Why not? XD)

"Yes, and it has nothing to do with writing as much nonsense as she can to stretch out this literature that she started and should have completed ages ago."

"The same can be said for the others stories she has."

"Both of you stop! You're not suppose too break the fourth wall!" Yamraiha tried to shush the quibbling pair.

"Oh, leave 'em alone, magic nerd. Should you be more worried about Alibaba? He just ran out the door looking for Pisti and Spartos."

Yamraiha shrieked in horror and ran out, calling out for "Alibaba, don't eat them! Pisti, Spartos, I'm so sorry!"

"More importantly, should we not discuss the fact that our Judal is apparently on a date right now? And while we are at it, Kouennii-sama, why did you throw a book at me?!" Koumei demanded.

Kouen deadpanned, "Just because." He was rewarded by a book thrown by his own brother. Hah, revenge!

Jagar rubbed his face in exasperation. "Nevermind that, we should focus on the real problem-Kouha. He's been screaming for the past eight minutes." He gestured at Kouha, who was still screaming,

"It's the end of the world!" ( Wait, where did the sword come from?)

"Forget him," Kouen dismissed. "He does this all the time."

Sharrkan frowned. "... really?"

"Yes."

"No way."

"Yes way."

"No way!"

"No way!"

"Yes way."

"No. Way."

"Yes. Way."

"No-"

"All right, that's enough!" Koumei shouted. He pinched his noise and sighed. " Honestly, children are better than this."

"True," Jafar agreed. Then he looked at Masrur in confusion. "Masrur, is something wrong?"

"...did we forget something?"

Jafar blinked. "Not that I remember. Why?"

"I don't know, I just have this feeling."


"Ahchoo!"

Judal wiped his nose clean. "That's odd, is someone talking about me?" Then he shrugged. "Ah, who cares? After I got a date tonight." He turned to the bowl next to him and smiled innocently.

"A date with my lovely peaches." He purred.