'I can't stand this any more!' Zim shouted, banging his hand down on a bench. Then he kicked it for good measure. Why did he stay?
'Mummy?' came a little voice from near the door, 'are you ok?'
Zim looked down and saw his little crossbreed smeet. He sighed. 'Of course I'm ok. Have you finished your food yet?' The smeet shook his head then ran out of the room.
Zim sighed again and rested his head on his hands. That's why he stayed. If he left, Lard narr would keep the smeet, and he wouldn't have anything. No empire, no army, nothing. Not even a way to go anywhere.
Zim was in the same position when the smeet came back five minutes later, carrying an empty plate. The smeet ran over and hugged Zims leg, to try and cheer him up. Zim looked down in surprise, once again having completely forgotten that the smeet existed. He was about to growl at it for getting food stains all over his pants, but remembered what he had been told about disciplining the smeet (that being: if it's just a small incident, don't), and didn't. He picked it and the dirty plate up and walked over to the cleaning box, which he put the plate in.
He looked down at the smeet that was hugging him tightly. Its' eyes were too small for an Irken, and it had dark blueish green skin, plus two little undeveloped horns further forward and on the inner edge of his antennae, showing the little smeets Vortian parentage. At least it had Irken legs, and not Vortian.
'Daddy will be home soon!' The smeet exclaimed. The smeet liked Daddy, he always played with him, and Mum didn't. His Mum didn't seem to understand play, and was always so serious.
'Yes,' Zim said. 'And you can play with him, and give me a rest from both of you.'
The door opened, and Zim put the smeet down, and it ran off to greet its' daddy.
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Lard Narr was a hero among Vortians. After the Irkens had given up, and even returned the planet to the Vortians, who were glad that it hadn't been changed into a snack food manufacturing planet or anything, mainly due to the valiant efforts of the Resisty. Lard Narr had been given a big job in the government as a military advisor. It was such a big job, that he didn't really do anything. Messages were sent to him to be read, but he had a group of Vortians to read the messages, and make notes of the key points. He read the notes that were made, and made notes of his own as to what he thought should be done, and then other Vortians made final copies of his notes, which he read and either approved or disproved, which were then sent out. As such, there wasn't much to be done, and he got paid a lot for it.
Lard Narr smiled when he heard the running footsteps of his son, and picked him up in a great big hug. 'How's my little Vortian doing today?'
The smeet grinned and hugged Lard Narr around the neck. 'I missed you daddy! Mum wouldn't let me go to the park, but we can now, 'cause you're here!'
'Of course we can, but I want to speak to your mother first.' He put the child down and it ran off to another room.
Lard Narr moved off to the food room, where Zim usually was at this time of day. 'Zim.' He said in greeting.
Zim ignored him.
Lard Narr put his arms around Zim, causing Zim to tense. 'We're going to the park. Do you want to come?'
'I don't like going out.'
'i know you don't, but our son does, and you don't play with him enough.' He squeezed Zim a bit.
'I'm not going to the park. I get rocks thrown at me.'
Lard Narr nodded. It was true. He nuzzled the top of Zims head, and kissed him there. 'Ok, then. You can stay here.' He trailed his hands down over Zims stomach and to his hips.
Zim shook him off. 'Not with the smeet around.'
Lard Narr nodded and went off to get the child and go to the park.
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A note on languages: Everything is being spoken in alien, but is being translated into the nearest human equivalent. Names of parental roles are decided not by gender, but by the parent's role in conception. Zim, as carrier, is the mother, while Lard narr is the father.
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