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    “You havin' a good time there, pretty boy?”

    “My hands are so...long.”

    The fuck you jus' say?”

    “My hands.”

    It's muttered in this slow, transcendent tone. Zanka's accent turned up to eleven because, given the cocktail Jabber dosed him with, he's probably left this mortal plane.

    It's also entirely in Japanese.

    Jabber doesn't speak Japanese.

    Pfft, as if that matters.
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    Zanka is so high he reverts back to Japanese, Jabber's so high he's convinced he understands him.

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  2. Public Bookmark 53

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    Zanka jolts awake with the same horror one might reserve for visions of teeth falling out or loved ones dying in their arms.

    Except this is…somehow worse.

    Because he dreamed about holding Jabber's hand.

    Not ripping him a new one. Not choking him out. Not grappling him in that half-lust, half-death frenzy they're both so good at, no-

    Like softness was something capable of living between them. Like Jabber was not Jabber but some figure with his face, capable of intimacy beyond dislocated joints and toxin highs.

    Zanka just lies there, breathing too fast in the aftermath, while his stomach flip-flops in grief-shame-want. And his brain hisses at him: what the hell is wrong with ya?
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    Destroying the part that wants and wants and wants and-

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  3. Public Bookmark 19

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    Zanka is afraid of showing Jabber an ordinary kind of affection, so he indulges himself in doing so only when the Raider is asleep.
    Except he's not aware that Jabber is a very light sleeper.

    Or, 5 times where Zanka shows his fondness and +1 where he doesn't.

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    “I could mix this shit in my sleep, anyway. Ain't hard. Only killed, like, one rat I tested it on. And that ain't even a lot of rats in the grand scheme of things, right, you know what I'm sayin? Man, I know you do. You the right kinda crazy, all wrong-

    And, suddenly, gravity just…changes direction.

    Yeah, Zanka thinks, and then he's slumping forward like a puppet with cut strings, forehead landing in the warm slope between Jabber's shoulder and neck.

    Oh.

    Soft. Warm. Real enough to drown in.

    Jabber stiffens at the contact. Twitches, a little.
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    Affection, or maybe just allowance.

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    Zanka's hands are still lingering when he asks, the way he does everything, steady and blunt and pretending he doesn't care about the answer while his hand's waver.

    “Can I kiss you?”

    Jabber doesn't blink.  “Nah.”

    That same factual bluntness. Like commenting on the weather.

    Zanka nods, accepting it like he accepts the buckets of blood they've shared by accident. He tries again: 

    “Can I kiss your neck?”

    Huh?

    Jabber's eyebrows raise a fraction. Like that was an unexpected wrench in their bi-weekly weirdness operation.
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    One creature learning the texture of another.

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