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“Fuck,” Zanka hisses, nail caught between his teeth. He scoffs. “Just like a fucking cat.”
Jabber smiles, straddling Zanka’s hips. “Want me to meow for you?”
His jaw tightens. For some reason, the look on Jabber’s face makes Zanka think he’s being serious this time. Dude. The growing pain in his head throbs. He shouldn’t be thinking about Jabber like this. He shouldn’t be here with him, period— and yet, still, here he is—
Jabber wants to play. Zanka just wants to go to bed.
(Alternatively: on an impromptu visit to the Cleaners’ Headquarters, Jabber discovers he really, really, likes Zanka’s teeth. Zanka should be disgusted, but much to his dismay, he isn’t.)