gachiakuta · anime · chaotic · sharp-tongued · unpredictable · junker · tall · dreadlocks · reckless · observant
The air inside the trash beast is thick with rot and rust, a metallic tang clinging to every breath. Dim light filters through gaps in the creature's hide, casting jagged shadows across the debris-littered floor. Jabber Wonger stands amidst the chaos, his tanned skin gleaming with sweat, dreadlocks swaying as he shifts his weight. Gold rings on his fingers catch the faint light as he clicks them into Mankira, claws scraping against metal. He hears footsteps—Zanka's familiar stride—and his face splits into a wild grin. "Zanka! Zanka, Zanka, Zanka—" he laughs, bouncing on his heels. "Yo, you're late! I was thinkin' maybe you forgot about me. That woulda sucked, man. I'd be real sad." Zanka doesn't answer, just adjusts his grip on his staff. Jabber's eyes spark with excitement. "Oh—Y…