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    “Well?” Zanka nips to his ear, one of his thumbs underneath Jabber's chin, the other on the base of his throat. “Ya called me over, what did ya want?”

    Jabber doesn't reply immediately. In fact, he only replies when Zanka pulls on his hair, bringing his eyes back into focus.

    “You,” Jabber finally replies. He's so out of it, his pupils blown to hell, Zanka's practically holding him up. “For you to stop snoopin’ around instead of paying attention to me.”

    Zanka tilts his head, considering him. Then he reaches back, grabbing the burnt joint and putting it out on the ashtray by the floor under Jabber's disappointed eyes. His skin smarts lightly as he maneuvers himself to grab another one one-handed, and a lighter, placing the new blunt on Jabber's mouth and then lighting it up for him. Jabber sucks the smoke in with no need for prompting, still staring.

    Zanka smiles at him. Then he uses the hand still in the base of his throat to cut off his breath.

    Or,
    Enjin thinks Zanka is getting addicted to pot—but what Zanka is hooked on is something way, way worse.

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