"Big Brother~."
Malik sighed, casting a glance over his shoulder.
Sure enough, Sinbad stood there, grinning like he'd just won something.
"What do you want?"
"Helping."
"I don't need help."
"Helping anyway."
Malik rolled his eyes but didn't stop him as Sinbad grabbed one of the neatly bundled silks and double-checked the knots.
The kid always did this—followed him around, stuck to him like a shadow.
It was almost funny. Almost.
"You know, you don't have to be my personal assistant."
Sinbad hummed, shifting the bundle over his shoulder.
"Nah. Gotta make sure you don't mess things up."
"Oh, screw you."
Sinbad grinned, easily balancing the bundle in one arm.
"I can't let you suffer alone."
"Suffer?"
Malik snorted.
"It's silk, not boulders."
"Ah, but you know..."
Sinbad adjusted his load dramatically.
"A true little brother stands by his elder in all things."
"Yeah? That so?"
Malik glanced at him, unimpressed.
