Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head
~unicornguts
Gir's fixed attention to the T.V. was broken when Zim stormed through the door.
Gir took a moment to look him over, Zim's wig was crooked and it seemed as if he was beaten up. He lingered in front of the door for more then he needed to, Gir not noticing the ugly aura hanging around Zim's shoulders. Gir hops off the couch and runs up to his Master, excited.
"MASTERRRR!" Gir squeals, rushing towards Zim with his arms outstretched, expecting a hug but was sorely mistaken. Zim used his hand to keep Gir within a distance, leaving the little robot with just his arms flailing in the air toward him. Zim used his free hand to take the wig off and throw it across the room.
"Don't. Touch. Me." Zim says, tone sharp and eyes narrowing. Gir's eyes soften at this, pouting as Zim moved him aside.
Zim peels off his fake lenses slowly, yellow goo coming off along with them, he throws it off to the side as well. Gir walks up and tugs at Zim's arm timidly, his eyes almost water when his metal hand gets smacked away.
"Someone's cranky." Gir says, meaning for the tone to come off as playful but instead sounding a little sad. Zim doesn't have a response for this, instead he looks at Gir to make it clear that he is annoyed and doesn't want to be bothered.
While Zim flushes himself down to the base, Gir grabs his rubber piggy, pretends it's Zim and hugs it tight.
When Zim decides to come back up to the kitchen, he finds Gir making waffles and humming a tune merrily.
"What are you doing?" Zim asks, making his disapproval obvious by his tone but feels amusement spread under his skin like water. Gir slides a few waffles on the plate and places it on the table.
"Something to cheer yoooouuuu up!" Gir says, running behind Zim and forcing him on the chair. Zim makes horrible little hissing noises to let out bottled frustration, fighting the urge to throttle his "sidekick".
"Taking you apart and throwing you in the trash would probably make me feel better." Zim mumbles, picking up the fork and twirling it around his fingers.
"EAT THE WAFFLES." Gir yells, but the smile doesn't leave his face. Zim stares, antennas wiggling in response.
"GIR I DEMAND YOU STOP THIS NONSENSE!" Zim screams right back and shoves the plate away defiantly. It's then Gir's non-existent brain comes up with a solution.
"D'Awwww! I'll feed you then Master!" Gir coos, getting the fork and scooping up a thin piece. Zim's eyes widen as if afraid, he tries to run but Gir pins him down and shoves the waffle down his mouth.
Zim forces himself to chew and swallow, he staggers to get back up again and glares.
"Can I have some too?" Gir asks innocently, and Zim can't come up with a response when he feels Gir cupping his cheeks.
Gir kisses him roughly, licking the entirety of Zim's mouth while he wriggles in his grasp to get away. When they do pull apart, Zim can't decide weather he's disgusted or aroused by the saliva trail that Gir breaks with his tongue.
"G-GIR! YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE ROBOT!" Zim screams, hands clenched into fists and shaking as Gir runs away, laughing like it was just a huge joke.