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Zanka was finally getting a good night's rest after days of struggle, so why did it feel like he was being watched? He had asked Shikage to keep an eye on his window to make sure Jabber stayed out because apparently he thought it was okay to sneak in and do one of the following: watch him while he slept, wake him up and beg him to fight or test out a new toxin after waking him up. The last option was his least favourite by far.
He waited for a moment, waiting to see if the feeling would go away. It didn't. He slowly reached out for his Lovely Assistaff only to find the spot empty.
His eyes shot open and he practically jumped up from his bed and flicked his head to the empty spot where his Lovely Assistaff would lay against the wall.. except it wasn't empty. A lady stood there instead, looking at him with sharp blue eyes that held all the calmness in the world. Somehow.
“Zanka, did you have a good rest? I noticed you are much calmer tonight.” The female spoke in a soft yet sophisticated voice that was way too comfortable.
He stared at the woman in confusion and defensiveness, analysing her harshly. “Who are you? What have you done to Lovely Assistaff.” He replied in a strong tone, carefully getting out of his bed and creating some distance.
The lady looked confused and bowed politely. “I'm sorry, I don't have much information right now. But I can tell you this: I am Lovely Assistaff.”
Zanka paused, his guard lowering just slightly. “You're joking.. right? Lovely Assistaff isn't human. What game are you playing because it isn't funny.” His eyebrows furrowed. How dare someone pull a cheap trick like this. It was disgusting.
The lady looked hurt as she stood up straight. She looked like she was in thought, trying to think of a way to prove herself.
She then turned around and pulled her hair to the side, revealing the back of her neck.
“I don't know how to prove it to you, but I hope this is enough.” She spoke softly, not once raising her voice.
Zanka stepped closer to see what she was showing and there on her neck was his name, just like it was on Lovely Assistaff.
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He stood in front of the Lady Lovely Assistaff with his arms crossed, asking questions he didn't know why he was asking.
“How long was I in a well?”
“Three days.”
“What happened when I first met Rudo?”
“I was snatched from your hands and you were chased around by Rudo with a-”
“Okay! That's enough of that.”
Her answers were precise and perfect. Hell, she even knew the exact amount of hours he had held her so tightly in that godforsaken well!
There was no doubting it. This was his beloved Assistaff. But the bigger question was: how the hell was she a person and not a stick?
He didn't know what to do. He stood in thought and while he was zoned out, she had gotten up from the bed and started to make it presentable, not leaving any creases in the duvet and fluffing up the pillow. It was like a personal maid.
Zanka sighed. He had no idea who or what could've done this. He had to go see someone about it, someone like Semiu or even the boss. But just the thought of asking for help made him feel weak.
“You're not pathetic.” Lovely Assistaff suddenly stated, standing in front of him as if she had read his mind. “Asking for help in a situation like this is very important and is a very difficult thing to do.” She sounded like a therapist.. but her genuine tone and comforting voice made it hard for Zanka to go against what she had said.
He nodded, “Right. Then we'll have to drop by Semiu.” Zanka states, holding his chin in thought.
Lovely Assistaff nodded and proceeded to hand him his uniform that had been laid out neatly on a chair beforehand.
Wow. She's really done everything already. He could get used to this.. hopefully.