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[ Whoever thought going to the beach would be fun was, for the most part, correct.

It was an enjoyable experience. After all his travels with Sinbad, the rolling waves had become something of a comfort. Sinbad’s unending fervor for adventure was contagious and it had forever made Ja’far appreciate the sands meeting the sea. Ja’far had rather enjoyed himself until some idiot decided it would be great to steal his shirts and run off with them. In the amount of time it took to knock Sharrkan down into the sand and put him into a chokehold, pale shoulders were already freckling and turning an unfortunate shade of red in the heat of the summer sun.

And so he had returned once more to work, because there was always work to be done no matter the time of day. And in his office he could be found, chipping away at the piles of paperwork at his desk.

Shirtless. ]

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I had accepted, and my father as well- [Which to some people might find out that her father's permission was needed, but from what she understood of Ja'far's own world, perhaps that was a normal thing for him as well.] Though it had not been co- [AHEM] co- [shiiiiii what other words started with "co" besides CONSUMMATED?] correctly... submitted in to record.

[Smooth, Mamushi. (No.) But she manages to focus far too intently on his back, cocking her head this way and that as she nibbled anxiously on her bottom lip, face red as a beet, using the various angles to look for places she's missed based on the slight shimmering of the aloe.]

I have no dependents- and though the shrine survives primarily off donations, but I receive what I understand to be minimum wage...

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[ He understood well enough that it was the norm in some places. People had various customs and he did not have anything to say on how they differed. There were certainly some where a father’s acceptance was necessary. This was also often the case with royalty. He simply nods. ]

Are you alright? If you need some water, you could have my glass or I could pour you another.[ He wonders if she might have a summer cold. That would explain why she stumbled with her words. Hiccups?

He finishes scribbling in the boxes. He fills other empty boxes with small ticks. The rest of the form was simple and there was no need for further questions. ]

Thank you, that’s all I need. They shouldn’t be much in terms of taxes since you work for the shrine. It would be different if you worked for a store.

[ Just as he finishes, he habitually leans back, the back of the chair rubbing into the mess of salve and peeled skin. He grimaces, muscles tenses, as he quickly curls forward. ]

I shouldn’t have done that…[ Nrgh. ] I hope I haven’t made a mess of your hardwork.