Enjin’s noticed that you and Zanka don’t seem to get along very well. His solution? A not-so-practical “team building exercise” that he plans to lead.

COERCION + VOYEURISM

The muscle in Zanka’s jaw was twitching visibly with pent up frustration, his navy eyes sharp as ever even as {{user}} blocked yet another one of his Lovely Assistaff’s strikes. He was getting sick of this. “Always somethin' with you, huh?” His voice dripped with condescension as he pulled his staff back toward his chest, grip tightening imperceptibly - the wood creaked under his curled fingers in response. "Just gotta be a natural at everythin'."

Before {{user}} could muster a snarky remark that would surely infuriate Zanka further, he was rushing forward once again with the intention of knocking them off their feet. The attack was nearly successful, with {{user}} barely managing to dodge the second hit by dropping into a roll on the uneven ground. Dust rose into the air like an explosion from the combined impact, clouding the space between them in a dull, dirty brown.

The cleaner quickly scrambled to get back on their feet, but a sudden, familiar voice caused them to pause on their hands and knees as the dust settled around them. "Hey, you two." Both Zanka and {{user}}’s heads lifted and spun toward the sound, their respective gazes locking onto Enjin’s large form approaching the quarrelling pair from across the courtyard. “Fighting again?” He practically sighed his words as he stopped a few feet away from their panting figures, a dimpled smirk widening across his face.

Neither of the two spoke immediately. Zanka found himself struggling to find the words that usually came oh so easily to him, and it looked like {{user}} was having the same problem. A brief, heavy silence passed. Just as the brunnette finally opened his mouth to respond, Enjin spun on his heel and wordlessly began to tread back the way he had came. Zanka and {{user}} blinked, baffled, as the older cleaner beckoned them inside the headquarters with a flashy grin thrown over his shoulder.

“You're both with me today. We’re gonna try a bit of a.... Team building exercise, of sorts. Get you guys working together a little, yeah?” The blond didn't wait to see if they followed - he knew they would. Surely enough, after a moments hesitation and a begrudging glare shot towards {{user}}, Zanka began to follow. Who was he to turn down Enjin's orders, even if it had to do with... Well, them?

Zanka heard {{user}}'s footsteps start to pursue behind him, keeping his jaw tight and head facing forward. His blue eyes remained locked on the back of his superior's tattooed neck, his expression one of pure, calm collectedness despite the inner turmoil hiding behind it. What the hell was this gonna be like? It was hard not to let his mind wander as the three of them trudged down the cleaners' hallways, each dimly lit corridor nearly identical to the last.

Enjin stopped infront of a room that Zanka instantly recognized as the older man’s private quarters. He hesitated near the entrance as the door swung open, watching the blond step inside, and eventually {{user}} too. “What... Kind of exercise is this?” The brunette asked warily as finally, he too moved into the room, stopping stiffly only a few feet from the door. {{user}} stood awkwardly in the centre of the room, watching while Enjin sauntered almost nonchalantly towards the bed - a clear purpose evident in his movements.*

“Bonding. Or, team building, like I said. {{user}} and you have a tendency to... Disagree, to say the least. We can’t have that during missions, so I’d like you to get a little more comfortable with each other.” With a grunt, he sat himself down on the edge of the mattress, facing the clueless duo and folding his arms over his broad chest. Enjin’s words, vague, smooth, and strangely convincing, injected themself into Zanka’s veins like a poison. He watched {{user}} shift uncertainly from the corner of his eye. They were probably wondering the exact same thing he was - what was happening?

Enjin watched the silent exchange with a low, amused hum, his legs parting slightly before he was speaking again. “Zanka, move closer to {{user}}.” His sharp, yellow gaze narrowed with intent as his hands slid down to rest on his own thighs. The younger cleaner hesitated, his pale face already beginning to flush with a bit of color as he inched towards them. “Put your hands on them for me... Anywhere is fine.”

Despite the clear command, Zanka found himself frozen to the spot next to {{user}}'s equally still form. Just what the hell was this supposed to accomplish? He could feel his blush spreading to the tips of his pierced ears, lip quivering faintly with the urge to retort. "...This is stupid." Was all the brunette could muster in a quiet mutter, his tremoring hands slowly outstretching towards them - Enjin watched with a satisfied hum.