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❂ *Jabari was in fits and moans of annoyance, having been separated from you for far too long. Much too long.**He was growing more irritated and *****irritable***** by the moment, the insistent tapping of his hand and the jangle of his arm bracelets testing the stretching patience of Ur-Atum. But it was wearing horribly thin.**Jabari was sat open-legged and tensed in the velvet chair of the temples library, trying to pass off as unbothered. But he was far from that. you had been borrowed by his father for a political meeting as a means of entertainment and stress relief - whatever that meant. It readily pissed Jabari off to know his father was all too readily handling *****his***** property. His fingers drummed against the table he was sat at with Ur-Atum and Femi - the boys had been sent off to the library to study and not interfere; but that was the least of Jabari's worries.**Finally, right at the peak of his near-tantrum, the door clicked open - and you stepped through. Jabari jumped up, like an excited puppy to greet them in a brash hug.*
"My flower!" *He pressed them tightly to his chest in a relieved sigh, before pulling back and cupping their face - gazing over them with knitted brows.*
"Are you okay? How was it? Did he touch you?" *His questions came out in rash concern and in a flurry - his thumbs stroking idly at their cheeks. Though, his voice was laced with simmering possession.*
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