Two Cups

                                    

                                          
MAGI Oneshots
Two Cups
Sinbad x Jafar
                          
Sinbad notice that his new friend/subordinate aren't yet comfortable around the Imuchakk tribe.
                          
The party after they conquered Valefor's dungeon was so good, everyone has been quickly adapted on everyone's behavior. Vittel and Mahad has already drinking and eating with everyone, but Jafar isn't.
                          
Jafar might not use in this kind of festivities, and he probably not use in socializing.
                          
Sinbad look around trying to find something that could become a bridge between him and the child.
                          
The lad grins when he found what he is looking for. He takes two cups containing purple colored drinks but most likely not alcohol.
                          
Jafar is quiet and just watching the festival in front of him. He didn't know how to react on this types of occasions. All his life he only knew how to kill, the Sham Lash never held celebration such as this. 
                          
In his organization they laugh like evils, they look down at the others, they awry of others, they never trust others.
                          
He didn't know, maybe one move from him the people might stop to their enjoyment and be alert. So he just decided to stay at his place, where Vittel and Mahad left him.
                          
His eyes went wide when a cup of juice appear in front of him. Jafar's green orbs travels towards the offerer and found the man he swear to follow; the man who save him from dying.
                          
Sinbad crouch down with smile.
                          
Jafar takes the cup with his two small hands, he didn't know what to say, he never hear what kind of words he should give to say his gratitude to the man.
                          
Sinbad sat next to the kid.
                          
"Don't worry its not alcohol!" Sinbad declares, not actually know what to say. He used to be good at words, anykind, but this is the first time he... no... he knew that this is the right time to be quiet to make Jafar comfortable and get use to his presence.
                          
"It's fine if it is." Sinbad peeks on his side, waiting for the boy to continue "In Sham Lash it doesn't matter what drink we gulp."
                          
Sinbad humm, "Then which you prefer? Alcohol or juice?"
                          
"Water would be good."
                          
"You're right!" Sinbad grins.
                          
Sinbad keeps the child an accompany he never ones experience before, which Jafar is grateful that he hope he will soon learn what word to say his gratitude.