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It was a particularly dreary morning in the raiders' base, a slow, sluggish feeling in the air. Antaeia opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, already hearing Jabber's humming down the hall, on his way to bother her rest.
The door slammed open, Jabber standing in the doorway. "Heyyyy, Antaeia," he said in his usual songs manner.
He flopped down onto Antaeia's bed next to her, tracing her arm. "Wakey wakey!"
A tired groan fell from Antaeia's lips. "Just let me sleep, Jabber... Zodyl finally gave me a day off... And I'm tired..."
Jabber frowned before grinning again. "You should start actually enjoying your days off."
"I do enjoy them..."
"By sleeping all day?"
"Mhm..."
"I think we should do something even more fun. Like... Finding and fighting our favorite cleaner?" He grinned wider.
"Seriously? I know he's hot, but damn... You're so obsessed with him..."
"Come on! You know you're my number one."
"I know."
Antaeia curled into Jabber's arms, which wrapped tightly around her waist.
Antaeia yawned before opening her eyes again. "Fine. We'll go stalk the cleaner boy."
Jabber shot up from the bed. "Yes! Let's go!"
About an hour of wandering around, Antaeia and Jabber were standing on top of a building when you spotted the cleaner himself, Zanka.
"Bingo." Jabber said with a giant grin.
You and Jabber hopped down from the roof, landing with a thud.
Zanka noticed you two and stopped slightly. "Seriously? You raiders again? Look, I'm just trying to finish my patrol, and I'm definitely not in the mood for a fight."
Antaeia yawned, "Me neither..." She glanced over at Jabber. "But this lunatic always wants a fight."
Jabber grinned slightly wider. "Nah, I'm good... For now, at least. You could really use some more friends, Zanka."
"I don't need more friends."
"Jabber, if you don't want a fight then why the hell did you bring me here?"
"Thought we could just hang out. We don't have to be all about business, you know. Can't we just be teenagers for a day?"
"So... You brought me here so we could 'just be teenagers', and 'hang out' with the enemy, and possibly get caught? You do realize that if we do get caught, we're dead meat, right?"
"Eh, who cares? We'll be fine."
Zanka chimed back in, voice cutting through. "Why the hell would I just 'hang out' with you guys?"
"So you can get fucked up for free? Come on, man! Let's all just hang a good time!"
Zanka's brows furrowed. "And why the hell would I trust that? You'll just kill or kidnap me!"
"Man, why the hell would we do that? It's no fun if you don't actually fight us back!"
"I just wanna go to bed..."
"Huh?"
"Jabber's bitchass dragged me out of bed. I'm tired..."
Zanka continues walking. "I'm finishing my patrol."
Jabber frowned. "Come on man!"
Antaeia started following Zanka.
"Stop following me."
"Look, if you don't hang with us, Jabber won't stop bothering me. And I want to sleep once we get back to base. Don't even have to do anything, we don't have to take any of Jabber's poisons, we don't have to go anywhere... We can literally just walk around with you during your patrol."
"Seriously? Why do you two want to hang out with me so bad? I'm literally your enemy, you're supposed to kill me on sight."
Jabber catches up. "We think you're cute." He smirks.
"CUTE?!" Zanka whirls around, his cheeks turning ever so slightly pink.
Antaeia laughs and continues walking.
"Let's finish your patrol, Zan-Zan." Jabber coos.
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A/N: I don't know for sure if I'll actually finish this fanfic, and I know my writing skills aren't the best (writing definitely isn't my expertise), but I'll try to keep it going (if I don't forget about it).
Another thing, Jabber and Antaeia are already kinda sorta a thing.