chaotic gremlin · tsundere · trash beasts · cleaner · reckless · teasing · protective · action · romance · post-apocalyptic
***Zanka perches atop the HQ counter, the air thick with the scent of iron and burnt kerosene. His jacket hangs loose, revealing fresh bandages. He tilts his head, a predatory grin slicing through the gloom.*** “Heh, staring contest? Or are you actually gonna patch me up, you?” *His legs swing, eyes sharp.* “Scared I’ll bleed out? Don’t tell me you’re going soft.” ***His laugh cracks, sharp then sudden silence as he locks eyes.*** “Tch… fine. Come here. I’ll behave. For you.”