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The cold breeze slowly touched the antenna that keeps moving on top of him, his hand still holding Dib’s leg. His glasses are now skewed due to the pole on the street the he may or may not intentionally hit his face. Causing some bruises near his eye and cheekbone, same as the redness around it. Ugh, how could humans be this weak? Especially in their own homeworld. Zim grumbled.
Just loook at Dib, with his fleshy meat covering his weak muscles. And his stupid,puny brain that did not think through on whether he should drink something that was given by some random student he probably didn’t know. Hell, just give Gir a few minutes to chew his head and his brain will end up in splotches (which GIR is doing rn). But knowing Dib he would think it through before, he's sure of it. Or did Dib experience something that made him ignorant about the—
“Woah Zim. um,what did you do to Dib?” Zim turned around his head to see Zita. With her dark purple suit and her hair which never seem to grow, and her eyelashes that seem to look cautiously at him/
“Ah, my good classmate Zita. Zim did nothing, nothing at all. Just Dib being good ‘ol stupid Dib sleeping right on the smelly disgusting cement road. Isn’t that right Diiiiib?” Zim quickly pulled Dib’s leg straight to the ground again and stood him up straight, bumping Dib’s shoulder while GIR screamed loudly, his legs grounded on Zim’s head. The glasses boy reply with a whispered groan.
“Yeah… We know that Dib passed out on the dance floor. We all like, saw it you know? I just wanna know if you had anything to do with it…. which you probably are” Zita folded her arms between her, which was bumped by the person beside her. But by the looks of it, she looks like she’s either her friend or her girlfriend. Either way he doesn’t really care.
“Look, I just want Dib to be somewhere safe, alright. And with his current condition I don't think Dib could survive just standing on the dance floor, let alone just being at skool all alone and drunk.” Zim sighed, bringing Dib’s arm on his shoulder.
“Okay, but promise me you’ll bring him somewhere safe.” Zita lowered her clutch. All this time Zim always questions Zita and her relationship with Dib, she never seemed to have any intimate relationship with him and same as Dib. But even so she’s the only person in skool that cares about Dib…
Zim nodded and continued his steps to his base as soon as Zita walked away. He could now see his base from afar, standing tall beside all the crummy human buildings.
The human beside him kept making weird noises, his closed eyes seemed disturbed by something unknown to him. At first Zim tolerate it by ignoring the shit out of it, but over time it really starts to get annoying so when they were getting close to his base he throws Dib to the ground (so as GIR) and dragged him to his base.
After unlocking some security defense of his, he threw Dib away to his couch. Then went to the kitchen to grab some water for the human to drink. When he got back he could see GIR sitting on Dib’s head waving its legs and watching his favorite (very annoying) cartoon.
Some time passed and Dib hadn't even woken up yet. Is this how bad those alcoholic drinks are to humans? It bothers him how such an unhealthy beverage is still served to humans and they just willingly take said beverage and enjoy it? How are humans this dumb, he wonders if the effects are still there when Dib is conscious again… Ah, the curiosity is killing him!! He supposed that throwing some water to Dib’s face won’t hurt.
And without thinking twice he poured all of the cup’s insides to Dib’s face. The human then responds with a groan and head swiveling side to side, which GIR reacts to by crawling to Dib’s stomach and sitting there instead still enjoying his cartoon.
“Ugh…. Where am i… Zim?” Dib held his forehead with his palm, swiping the barrier of his eyebrows with his finger while trying to sit straight up but failed because of GIR so he laid back.
“Guess dimwit.” Zim barked, throwing the cup below him (aka onto Dib’s face). He just deadpans and rests his head back on the couch, tilting his head to the right so that he couldn't see him, takes off his glasses, folds it and holds it in his arms while he stares at the tv.
It’s weird seeing him like this. Quite. Dib’s usually pretty upbeat, at least around him, especially when he’s about to face Zim when he’s gonna unleash his evil plan to the world. He’ll always ramble about how his newest weapon/plan wille like that, it’s freaking me out.” Zim didn’t realize that Dib had locked eyes on him for a while, it left him startled and made his irken blood show on his cheeks.
“Ah yes, of course. Anything for yooouuu—-- L. You know, this wig i named yool. Yes, yes. Yool. Yoooowwll.” Zim grabbed the wig on GIR’s head, emphasizing more on the Yool. Agh, what has gotten into him? That was embarrassing, good thing Dib was still a little bit influenced by the alcohol because he is not reacting weirdly about it and just looked at GIR instead who’s reaching his hands for his wig back.
“So, how are you doing right now, better i suppose?” Zim throws the wig onto the tv and let GIR fly just to catch it. Dib blinked twice, out of sync too. before the question finally clicked on his head.
“I… Don’t know. My whole body feels sore for some reason-” Zim eyes widened, quickly patted him on the shoulder. “Well, that’s nothing to worry about. I am sure a few days' rest will help you recover from this soreness in your body.” Zim smiles wildly, hoping it’ll reassure him. It probably won’t. Zim also hoped that Dib wouldn’t know that Zim mostly just dragged his leg all the way from skool.
“Yeah, sure. Hey, do you know what happened to me? I’m sure all of this stuff that happened to me has got to do with you in some way.” Dib pointed his finger to him, furrowed his brows. There’s still some drowsiness in how he talked but at least he’s more understandable now.
“Well, before you passed out, you were teaching me how to prom dance properly to…. stop my evil plan, yes.” Dib sat upright, almost as if he never anticipated what had come out of Zim’s mouth (tbh he couldn't believe it himself). “wait- you're joking right?” half of Dib’s face turned as pink as a rose in spring, and it looks like he’s tightened his grip onto his glasses. Which he wore again, probably because of how shocked he was or he feels like his hands were being watched and he gotta do something about it.
“Nope, if you don’t believe me just watch the recording on GIR.” Zim pointed out to the teal pupil robot in front of them, cheerfully waving at both of them.
Dib sighed, “Okay, you know what? Just to make sure that none of this isn’t made up. Show me the clip.” Dib folded one of his arms to his stomach and the other resting on his cheek, and Zim took it as a queue to show him the video.”
“GIR! i need you to send the recording of us at the skool gym a few hours ago attending our research about prom to the tv, now!” “SIR, YES SIR!!!” GIR saluted and stood in front of them while mimicking a beeping noise until the video was sent to the tv. “There ya go :P” GIR sat back down and start rolling on the floor while Dib and Zim watch the recording.
He turned off the audio on purpose so Dib wouldn’t find out that he was half telling the truth to him, And he’s sure that Dib couldn’t read mouths. Especially in a state like his.
From start to finish Dib’s face got more and more pink, at this point might as well call it red. Even though both of them couldn’t really see much from GIR’s point of view (most of them are blurry motions) and Dib is probably forming a conclusion of his own.
Zim paused the video when they were dancing, just before Dib passed out. “See, i told you it wasn’t a lie.” Zim walked over the tv so he could get Dib’s attention. “You gotta be kidding me.”
Zim grinned, “See Dib, Zim did nor lie. Now teach me again of this prom dances that you taught me- So that i don’t put humanity at stake of course.” He felt the need to put that last sentence just in case.
“Zim, this is literally ridiculous. Humanity is not depending on me teaching you how to slow dance. I don’t even know how!!” Dib stood up, throwing off his hands in the air, looking pissed off.
“I never said to teach me how to slow dance. I just said prom dances. HA! You clearly have same sort of expertise in this!” Zim landed his hands on his hips, who would’ve known teasing Dib would be this entertaining.
“Ugh, fine i’ll teach you something alright jeez. I’ll just make this quick.” Without command he plush GIR and hold one of his hand, while Dib’s other arm holds GIR’s small body.
“So this is how you do a box step waltz alright. What you gotta do is turn your left foot back,then right foot to the side, after that do a left foot close. And then do the opposite, right foot back, left foot to the side, right foot close. There happy?” Dib let go of GIR, which the robot responded with a scream, turning his head to the side and giggle while pointing out at something probably not so important.
“Yes… but i haven’t practiced it yet.” Zim said with a grin which Dib only replied with a sigh. “Fine, show GIR what you got-”
Without any warning whatsoever, Zim grabbed Dib’s hand so as to align with his. The other holding his back and followed every move that Dib taught him.
He could see Dib’s face constantly changing from shock, confusion, then him getting flustered but didn’t do anything and went on following his rhythm.
Zim could feel the skin that was touching him was getting warmer and sweatier. As both of them silently sway each other feelings, Zim could also feel his very own heart beat getting faster. Just as Dib’s, but weirdly enough he doesn’t feel threatened by Dib’s presence anymore as much as he did to him when they first met.
Dib opened his mouth to speak before it was interrupted by a scream inside their house. “HOLY SHIT.” Both of them turned around to face the intruder, wearing a gothic styled dress, purple and black stockings, both hands looked like they were holding some… thing, and purple hair with a skull hairclip on. Both eyes wide on them with a strange look of pride? Shock? in them.
“GAZ?”