That damn raider.

After the fight in the artificial trash beast, Zanka can’t keep seem to keep Jabber out of his mind. He went so far as to getting in touch with Jabber, even sneaking him into the Cleaner’s HQ some nights, despite the risks. He doesn’t exactly know what these feelings are that he has towards the raider. Sometimes, all he wants to do is strangle him, beat him up, show him who’s in control. But other times, he wants to hold Jabber gently, show him affection, even though Zanka’s not all that good at sweet stuff.

Tonight was one of those nights. Where he would sneak Jabber into his room for the night, and shoo him off in the morning. He looked outside his window, spotting Jabber in the roof of the other building, looking around the courtyard to make sure the coast was clear. Zanka locked eyes with Jabber, giving him the green light. He watched as Jabber climbed down the building, his flexibility and skill evident in each step. Zanka opened his window as Jabber climbed into it, already making himself at home on Zanka’s bed. Zanka shut the window, before looking over at the Raider.

“Not even gonna greet me? Wow, I’m wounded.”