In the dark hours of night where no soul would ever bother staying awake, Ja'far was sat down in front of desk.

With nothing other than the flickering candle, the hauntingly tall stack of papers, and the deafening silence, he worked.

Seconds passed into minutes, and minutes into hours. The longer it went, the more blurred time seemed to be.

A yawn escaped him as his eyes drooped. His hand stopped scribbling on the important documents he had yet to finish, and he began to lean forward.

Ja'far's thoughts became foggy and as the sun finally peaked from over the horizon, he had no choice but to finally relax.

His eyes closed before he hit his head against his desk, which woke him up momentarily.

An hour had passed and Ja'far was still fast asleep. He didn't hear his door opening, or the heavy footsteps of his comrades.

"See, Sinbad? He needs a break." Yamraiha said, tugging hard on the Sinbad's arm.

"It can't be that bad. He probably just fell asleep." Sinbad replied. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Sinbad looked back behind him, wondering when he could go back to sleep.

"Just fell asleep? For the love of Sindria, he probably worked himself into a coma for all we know!" Sharrkan replied.

Sinbad looked at everyone else for help. He gave everyone a look that clearly said, 'Help me.'

Pisti and Spartos merely shook their head at their king and gestured to the poor boy. They were both too sleepy to talk, but they both agreed that Ja'far needs a break.

Sinbad looked to Drakkon and Masur, expecting them of all people to have his back.

"Sin, he needs a good break. This is work for a king and that happens to be you." Drakkon stated.

Drakkon shook his head, a look of disappointment visible by the way he looked down at Sinbad.

Masur, who was never a man of many words, decided it'd be best to show just how tired Ja'far was.

He picked Ja'far up by the arm. Everyone watched as the white haired man dangled in the air, never once waking up.

Masur proceeded to throw him up and down a couple of times, before 'lightly' slapping him.

That last one momentarily woke up Ja'far, but before he could so much as fully open his eyes, he fell right back asleep.

After gently laying him down, Masrur looked at Sinbad expectantly. The king himself was growing more nervous as his generals cornered him with sharp stares.

"You are working today, Sin. Ja'far is clearly overworked."

Sinbad gulped and desperately looked for a way out. However, the generals left none. He sighed and hung his head in defeat.

"Fine. You guys take him to his room. I guess I'll...work." He spat out the word like it was venom.

The generals counted this as a job well done. It was Yamraiha who carried him to his room and all but Sinbad fell back asleep.

In the hours past, Ja'far finally woke up. He yawned and stretched, before realizing he wasn't in his room anymore.

"The papers!"

He rushed to the office at rocket speeds and opened the door to find Sinbad knocked out with no paper left in sight.

"Sin? Sin! Are you okay? Did someone attack you? Why are you in here?"

Sinbad stirred. "Hm? You were tired so I worked for the day."

Ja'far blinked. Sinbad? Working? Dear Salomon, he must still be dreaming. "Thanks, Sin?"

Sinbad hummed before falling back asleep. Ja'far chuckled and let a smile grow on his face. Perhaps the King was capable of working after all.