Zim-
Crisp white flakes fall down to the surface of Earth. A small Irken can't help but look out his pink-tinted window as a flurry of snow whirls by. One hairless eyebrow quirks up in confusion mixed with a mild interest.
He strides to the window, the curiosity distracting him from the mega-doomerbot he was attempting to build. He leans on the sill of the window and wipes away a layer of condensation, grimicing when a few droplets of water burn his skin. He then redirects his attention to the white landscape that lays outside the neon green barrier of his house. He sees the tiny flakes falling down, sometimes clustering together, sometimes drifting freely.
And as he watches the flakes, he cannot help but feel a twinge of joy for this planet.
Dib-
Our favorite paranormal investigator was working on Tak's ship when a snowflake falls on his nose. He wrinkled said nose and brushed off the white speck. He then turns back to his work, only to be interrupted by another white flake falling onto his scythe-shaped hair. He shakes his head in agitation. Soon, snow layers around him and he trots inside, annoyed.
He looks out the window, eyes narrowed, irritated that his work had been interrupted by weather.
Cold weather, at that.
He sighed, his breath making a cloud of white form on the window.
He had always hated cold weather.
It took his mom, after all...
Gaz-
As Dib was upstairs brooding, Gaz was tugging on her jacket and boots. She casted a wary glance up the stairs, then walked out the front door, a flurry of snow sweeping inside. She trudges down the icy driveway, her boots kicking up clumps of ice. She lowers her head to avoid a gust of wind, and hurries on.
She eventually makes her way to the cafe. She walks inside, her nose and lips blue, her fingers trembling from the cold.
She gets a hot cocoa, and sits at an empty booth. She looks at the wall-glass, at the couples huddled together for warmth and sighs.
She wishes she could have someone special.
Membrane-
The acclaimed professor stands at his office window, looking out. His blue-tinted goggles are pushed up his forehead, and his lab coat unzipped to reveal his mouth.
It turns up in a smile at the flurries of powder-white snow. He closes his eyes and remembers a time when his childrean were young and naive and loved the snow.
The would wake up squealing- especially Gaz, with her round brown eyes and big smile- and run outside to make snowangels, and snowmen and snowforts and just frolick and play in the wintery landscape.
He remembers sitting at the table with his wife, him sipping coffee and her sipping tea with honey, watching their kids be kids.
She would smile.
He would smile.
And everything would be okay.
Gir-
The tiny SIR Unit was bundled in a blanket on the couch, watching the Angry Monkey Show Chirstmas Spectacular. His gaze wasn't focused on the TV however. His cyan-blue eyes kept drifting towards the window.
Small white puffs of snow were drifting to the ground, clustering around gnomes and flamingoes.
Gir longed to be prancing around in the snow.
He slid off the couch and walked towards the window.
His thatched mouth turned upward in a smile as he decides what to do.
He opens the door and dashes outside, worries and blanket forgotten.
Tak-
Tak stood outside the reminants of her ship, the cold making her shiver occasionally, but other than that, she stood still, watching each individual snowflake fall down.
Her dark violet eyes follow another flake downwards and she sighs.
Snowflakes, she thinks, are like Irkens. Each striving to be better than one another, bigger flakes smooshing smaller ones into submission.
She smiles slightly as a particularily small snowflake lands on her gloved hand.
She looks at it for a moment, then the smile disappears and she brushes it off.