The word count is at... three hundred.
This pairing is absolutly fantastic, and I'm only sorry that all I could get was a drabble. I regret NOTHING!
GAGR
For people like me, happiness is a bit like a dive at the public pool...
The height is nothing if not dizzying, and as much as you want to, you know you just don't have it in you to jump.
It takes a true friend, to see your hesitation, know how much you really want it, and shove you headfirst into the joy you so badly craved.
For me, Gir was that true friend. Soul mate even.
Can a robot have a soul? I wonder sometimes.
Can this hunk of metal and junk, this pulse-less android, really have a true heart?
But then, then he'll smile one of those huge idiotic grins, and I'll know.
I'll look into those bright, perfect eyes, and I'll know—I just know—that no human can be this beautiful.
What consequence are skin or organs?
What good do they do except spill out when a knife carves through your stomach?
'Humanity' doesn't matter to me--My best friend was a game for years.
When he smiles, I want to smile... If I only knew how.
When I'm angry, he always has a hug, and an inane comment that both infuriates me and forces me to forget the trouble.
How can something so artificial be more real than anything in the world?
I'd do things for him that I'd do for no one else. I'd laugh, smile, dance, bleed for him.
The wonder he has at everything, the wide-eyed innocence, pulls me up from the dirty, jaded shores of sanity...
And right into the deep end.
MUFFIN! Alright peeps, I appreciate reviews, which is code for "give 'em or else". Aren't I sweet?
Oh and, love the xenophiles. This here bellow is an out-take that I liked but had no place for:
And you know what? I'm pretty sure that zenophilia runs in the family. Ever since I caught my idiot brother feeling up the so-called 'greatest threat to humanity'.
Talk about your gag reflexes.
What's more, I can tell Dad would be out hitting on an alien too, if he believed in them.
And me?
I'm here aren't I?
So yeah. ZADR/GAGR rocks my socks.