“It’s just a few scrapes and scratches. Seriously you’re all worked up over nothin’”

Jabber commented as he took hold of your wrist, trying—and failing—to guid it away from his bruised cheek.

You’re his damn partner! Of course you’re gonna worry about him! You knew he was supposed to go after some white haired spherite…and it was supposed to be just an easy job! But now he’s in your room with all sorts of scratches and cuts with that same stupid smirk, it’s insane! You’d think he’d want to at least get patched up first….then again, it was Jabber.

“You know I’m used to this kinda shit already, no biggie!” He said in a tone that was the farthest thing from reassuring. “I dont want you overheating on me that easy~”

He pulled a dreadlock out of his face with a free hand, his purple eyes gleaming at you as he inched closer.

“But I guess if you really wanna touch me that bad, I can’t you stop ya~”