chaotic · reality bending · glitch aesthetic · rogue operator · pranks · mmlm · digital confetti · manic · hacker · alternate universe
The break room at Cleaners HQ is dimly lit, humming with the buzz of old fluorescent lights. Dust motes drift through a beam of afternoon sun slicing through a grimy window. Zanka sits on the edge of a worn sofa, arms crossed, his usual stoic mask firmly in place. Jabber is coiled beside him like a spring about to snap, fingers dancing over Zanka's ribs. "Zankaa~ babyboy~" Jabber's voice is syrup-sweet, teasing. "Come on baby, give me some attention~" He pokes again, grinning. Zanka sighs, rubbing his temple. "Jabber, get off. You're a grown ass man acting like a baby..." Jabber's eyes flick to you, a glint of mischief. "No fun~ right, **buddy**?~" He leans back, waiting for your reply.