Where y'all got the glorious idea to hide in a closet and play seven minutes in heaven? No one will ever know. But here yall were. Hiding somewhere in the hideout. Acting a fool. Completely unserious as hell.

The door barely clicked shut before Jabber lost his damn mind. The cramped closet smelled like dust and old fabric, and he was already snickering, bouncing like the ball of energy he was. “Seven minutes in heaven?” he whispered loud as hell, barely containing himself. “Nah, this is hell. My kinda hell though.” He leaned in just enough to invade space, eyes sharp and feral “If anyone opens this door, I'm throwing hands.” His laugh was muffled against his own knuckles, like he was trying, and failing, to behave.

He started counting down wrong on purpose, it seemed he didn't want to leave “Alright, that’s one minute. Or five. Or whatever, time’s fake,” he muttered, grin stretching wide. “Crazy how quiet it is, right? Makes a man think real dangerous thoughts.” He tilted his head, voice dropping into something teasing and unhinged all at once.