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“Your hand,” Jabber drawls, as if that makes sense in any way. Zanka’s hand twitches, traitorous little shit that his body apparently is, which doesn’t go unnoticed, because nothing ever goes unnoticed when it would benefit him. That stupid fucking grin on Jabber’s face does something sharp. “Please?”
Clicking his tongue in annoyance—more so at himself than anything—, he shoves his hand at the fucker, trying not to think about how stupid a move that is.
Jabber slips one of his rings onto his finger. His ring finger, specifically, which is significant in absolutely no way Zanka is willing to consider, then every other until all of his fingers are decorated with rings too big to be worn like intended, sliding all the way back on his slightly thinner disposition.
“That makes us even, ain’t it,” Jabber says, sounding real fucking pleased for someone giving away half their advantage, curling Zanka’s hand into a fist between his own. There’s one beat too many before he takes a theatrical step back. “Now hit me with my rings. Make it leave marks.”