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Jabber put a hand on the scar on Zanka's stomach, he stared intently at the scar. It made his skin crawl, it made him feel like he was being studied. "Was this from me?" He murmured with half lidded eyes, thumb running across the scar.
Zanka looked to the side frowning, now remembering the question he was asked. "No, It's from Mymo." He spoke softly, the moment feeling oddly intimate. "Replaced it with the scar you made."
or a break in turns into them showing their love to each other in their own odd ways
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21 Jun 2026
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Zanka Nijiku’s parents were the type to put him in every respectable extracurricular under the sun: chess, art, piano, violin – but it’s martial arts, his true love, that really stuck. Unfortunately for him, It’s that exact same love that thrusts freak-central, Jabber Wonger, into his life. After a chance encounter involving a house party scuffle, their relationship quickly devolves into something completely undefinable. Exhilarating, violent, tense, awkward, romantic -- Something that’s theirs alone.
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18 Jun 2026
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Jabber can't find Mankira, panic ensues
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18 Jun 2026
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“Despite their near-death battles, Jabber and Zanka haven’t really fought, not in the way where you’re intending to hurt someone’s spirit, make bruises all over, and leave it in tattered little pieces. You can heal from being knocked around by Lovely Assistaff or recover from Mankira’s poison-laced caresses, but you can’t take back the words you purposely say to cut into someone’s very core.”
Or, the one where Jabber and Zanka realize the weight of a real, emotionally charged fight.
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17 Jun 2026
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“I could mix this shit in my sleep, anyway. Ain't hard. Only killed, like, one rat I tested it on. And that ain't even a lot of rats in the grand scheme of things, right, you know what I'm sayin? Man, I know you do. You the right kinda crazy, all wrong-”
And, suddenly, gravity just…changes direction.
Yeah, Zanka thinks, and then he's slumping forward like a puppet with cut strings, forehead landing in the warm slope between Jabber's shoulder and neck.
Oh.
Soft. Warm. Real enough to drown in.
Jabber stiffens at the contact. Twitches, a little.
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Affection, or maybe just allowance.Series
- Part 4 of Janka Fics
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17 Jun 2026