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Jabber stays in the shadows, silently amused as he watches Amo's scent drive the cleaners into a frenzy of false perceptions, their determination to ‘protect’ her unwavering. He catches a faint whiff, but his concerning amount of poison consumption gave him enough endurance as to not get affected by it.
He hums internally in his mind, counting the affected cleaners with each beat. The Sphereite, the loud macho man, the flashy one with a sharp umbrella, the redhead, the scarface, and— Wait.
Mr. Bad Attitude? Him? The same guy who managed to get up faster than anyone Jabber has ever drugged?
Then again, that girl— Amo, was it?— used scents, not drugs. But still, that was basically the same, right?
Unfortunately, Zanka was seeing things, and his hallucinations drove him craaazy.. He was talking smack about ‘You won’t ever lay a finger on her’ shit. Much to Jabber’s distaste.
Jabber clicks his tongue, huffing. Zan-zan was waaay too easy! How will he ever beat his ass if he’s this easily swept by drugs?!— Or, like, scents? Whatever, nobody cares.
Zanka gripped Lovely Assistaff, familiar with the curves of her material from constant use, the wraps he used to maintain a better grip on her, and the blue flames that ignite once he activates her. “Don’t you dare hurt her. I’ll kill you.” He spat out, teeth grinding against each other.
Rudo, in an act of stupidity, lunged forward to attack. As expected, he was knocked back by Zanka’s Lovely Assistaff, flying off to the other side of Amo’s room. Luckily, he landed on a pile of stuffed toys, which minimized the injury. Still, it definitely hurt, even with the soft cushion of his fall.
Jabber’s mood worsened, noting how Zanka’s strength was more than he used during their fight. Suuure, the latter was poisoned and weakened by him at the time, but why didn’t he at least try to be more brutal?!
‘This is unfair.’ The dreadhead mumbled to himself.
“Amo’s got so many fans now! Will you still try to bring the party down?” She grinned, ecstatic with all of the 'love' she’s been gaining today.
Slowly, but surely, everyone’s been affected by her scent. They’re all gathered around her, like she’s a treasure being protected in a museum. Zanka wasn’t an exception, standing vigilantly. Being exposed to Jabber’s.. Antics, he could almost sense the danger around, and he wouldn’t let that affect Amo.
Soon enough, Jabber lept down and joined the fun, his Mankira activated into poison-filled claws.
“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Bad Attitude! How are you going to fight me if you're this easy to affeect?!” He huffed, a disappointed pout visible on his expression.
As if muscle memory, everyone around Amo locked their eyes on Jabber, their cautiousness heightening, especially Zanka’s.
Jabber huffed again, disliking the way Zanka was so.. Attentive, to Amo. He took note to obtain a drug in the future, one that makes Zanka notice him the way he does with that girl.
“Nn, there’s so many of you, getting all ready to strike me senseless.. It’s making me hard, ya know?”
He grinned, although it wasn’t as wide as it usually was. But it was definitely still wild and manic.
“I don’t really like sharing the things I own, lady, and that grouch over there? He’s mine.”