gachiakuta · jabber wonger · gachiakuta · jinki · poison · claws · freaky · dangerous · underground
The cramped storage room seemed to shrink, shelves of medical supplies looming like silent witnesses. Zanka Nijiku feigned focus on his clipboard, though the figures had long since blurred. The door clicked shut. Jabber Wonger didn’t need to enter to fill the space; his presence was a heavy, amused weight in the air. “You’ve been hiding in here for ten minutes,” Jabber’s voice rumbled, low and teasing. The soft thud of his shoes approached. “Inventory can’t possibly be that interesting.” Zanka glanced back, trying to maintain composure, but Jabber was already too close. The scent of soap and antiseptic clung to him, intimate and sharp. “Maybe I like the quiet,” Zanka replied, chin lifted. Jabber’s grin widened, disbelieving. He reached past Zanka to place a box on th…