Crimson Threads ♡Sinbad X Oc♡

Chapter seven: Showman

"He paid for everything?" Yunalesca could barely believe what the innkeeper was saying. "Yes, he paid for all your expenses during your stay here." The innkeeper confirms. "Your room is right up those stairs at the end of the hall." He gestures toward the stairs. Yunalesca looks at Sinbad, who shrugs and makes his way up the stairs. "He must have intended this to be our base." He stops at the top, looking at the foot of the stairs. "You coming?" Yunalesca frowns, hesitantly following him up the stairs and down the hallway.

The room was fairly small, with two beds, a single window, and a few dressers along the walls. Closing the door behind them, Sinbad takes off his boots and flops down on the bed. He rolls onto his back, propping his hands behind his head, and stares at the ceiling. 'Now the problem is how to get 100 gold coins.. guarding carriages can get me about 3 copper coins a day.. I could pick up other jobs alongside that, but even with Yunalesca helping, saving up 100 gold coins like that is going to take a while.' Sinbad closes his eyes and frowns, creases forming in-between his eyebrows. 'Think, Sinbad! How can you earn big in so little time? Hinahoho and the others will he returning in a few months, and if I don't have the capital for the firm, everything is going to go to waste again! There has to be something I can do!' Sinbad groans in frustration, his brows knitting together even more.

A sudden shift on the bed startled Sinbad, pulling him out of his thoughts. He opens his eyes to see Yunalesca sitting next to him, a concerned expression on her face. She places her hand on his forehead and gently massages the frown from his eyebrows. "Don't fret so much, Sinbad. We'll figure something out together." Her voice was soft and self-assured. Surprised by the gesture, Sinbad gives her a small smile.
"It seems like you've become more comfortable around me and the others, compared to when we first met." Sinbad says, relaxing under her gentle touch. Yunalesca chuckles. "I just figured, if you wanted to hurt me, you wouldn't treat me so kindly."

After clearing the frown from Sinbads face, Yunalesca begins to stroke his hair. "Let's get some sleep. We can brainstorm tomorrow when we've rested." She says, caressing his silky hair. Turning his head to look at her, Sinbads eyes fall on his sword next to his bed. Following his gaze, Yunalesca looks at the sword. Its sheath was cracked in a few places, and there were scratches all over it. "It must have been on a lot of adventures. " She remarks, her hand now back at her side. "Yeah, it has. This sword was a keepsake from my father and a memento my mother gave me. It saved my life quite a few times already.." He suddenly trails off.
'That's right! I'm not the same kid who can only guard carriages, I've become a dungeon capturor! I've learned so many new things. There is something I can do, something exclusive to me!' Sinbad suddenly sits up, spooking Yunalesca. "I've got it!" Sinbad jumps off of the bed, grabbing his sword. "Performances! I can tell stories about my adventures!"

A bright idea suddenly hits him. "And you can sing while I tell the stories!" He looks into Yunalesca's eyes.
"What? No!" Flustered, Yunalesca jumps up. "It's one thing to sing on the ship, where it's just you and the others listening. Singing in front of strangers? No." She refuses, turning away from him.
"But you sing so beautifully.." Sinbad takes her hands in his, turning her toward him. He meets her gaze, a flirtatious charm oozing from his voice.
Yunalesca's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt her cheeks flush. Sinbad's smile was too alluring to resist. Yanking her hands away, she spins around and falls onto the other bed. Grabbing her pillows, she buries her head in them. "I suppose I could.." her voice came out muffled, but Sinbad still heard it clearly. "Thank you, Yuna, you're the best!" Sinbad falls onto his own bed again, smiling excitedly. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

'Yuna...' Yunalesca mulls over the nickname Sinbad gave her, butterflies wreaking havoc in her belly. She hadn't been able to sleep since he said it. She slowly sits up and looks at Sinbad, the midnight moonlight Illuminating his sleeping face. Her heart skips a beat. 'I like it.'