Best Friends Should Stick Together [Complete]

[streetratprince]

Character(s): Aladdin and Genie
Content: A street rat reunites with his genie!
Setting: Café Ersesat in Joutenheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Most Likely Nothing

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Genie drummed his fingers impatiently against the table. He was nervous. He wasn’t sure why, it was not as though there was anything to be nervous about. Maybe nervous was the wrong word. How about anxious? Yeah, anxious worked. It had been some time since he had last heard from his old master. And every time he had here, it appeared to be nothing more than an illusion. Twice now Genie could have sworn he had seen Aladdin, once even speaking with him over the message board. But despite his efforts, the prince could never truly be found. The closest he had even gotten to finding him had only proven to be an illusion of the Heartless, a Neoshadow having taken the princes form to drop Genie’s guard. And it had worked remarkably well. Why, it had even sounded like Aladdin. Genie glanced down at his menu. What if this was another trick? Maybe he was just kidding himself, getting excited over nothing.

He glanced at his watch. He had been in the café all morning, and now part of the afternoon, only to find no sign of Aladdin. Genie hoped he wasn’t being stood up. That would put a big rut in his week. Things had been going so well and he had been so excited to see his friend again. He took in a deep breath and reminded himself to be patient. Al would show. He may have been late to a party but never one to miss it.

The djinn looked around the café, searching for something to help him get his mind off his friend. He noticed a sign hanging by the door, addressing the cities strict dress code. A bit odd they seemed so anal about such things now, but this is what the people wanted. Marcus Praetoris win had proven that. And though he may not have agreed with such customs, he had no intention on meddling in such affairs. Customs were customs. And besides, they were all guests in this city. They had to respect their rules. In fact, Genie had gone through the effort of even clothing himself in suitable attire, going so far as to actually wear a shirt. That was, after all, the only way he would get inside the café without the use of magic. ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service’ as the saying went. He wondered what Al was going to wear.

Oh.

Genie paused for a moment and then slowly allowed his eyes to creep toward a near window. From there he could see Aladdin casually leaning against a near wall, awaiting his arrival in his street clothes. Odd how out of all the clothes he had these days he still wore those. They were going to be rags soon. Or were they already just rags? His thoughts began to wander. No shirt, as usual. He looked down at Aladdin’s feet. No shoes. A-Al…

Literally flying out of the café, the genie suddenly appeared at the boy’s side. “Al?” he asked, almost unsure. “Oh, Al! You are here! You’re really here!” Without warning, Genie grabbed Aladdin’s cheeks and gave them a gentle tug to ensure that he was not a mere figment of his imagination. “I thought I wouldn’t see you in forever!” he continued. “But you’re here and you’re real, and I’m not crazy. Al! Al! Al! Al! A- ah.” Realizing he was still pulling at the boys face, he released his hold and drew back. “Sorry.” He laughed apologetically, embarrassed by his behaviour. Maybe he was just a tad too excited.