MiMi didn't tell Tak about her last encounter with Gir. That guilt… her mistress would surely think MiMi was betraying her. But she wasn't. MiMi would never. She wasn't on their side. She still supported her mistress in full. True, she didn't do anything wrong by Gir coming to visit her, but… The whole thing felt wrong. So did this, however. MiMi had never kept a secret from Tak before. She'd never had a secret to keep. Her existence was dedicated to serving Tak- that was all. There was nothing else to tell.
Her life was a simple one. Tak was her mistress, she was to do as she told her, and be loyal to her. That was all. Everything was straightforward, without things like emotions to get in the way of doing her job… until that day they'd crash-landed on Earth. Then, things got more and more complicated. And the root of it all… was Gir. What was he doing to her? Could he be taking over her again? No, when that had happened MiMi had no control. She was in control of her body now. But she didn't understand. She hated not understanding. She was supposed to be able to figure anything out. But this wasn't like anything else… it made no sense.
The closest thing she could come up with to a solution was the decision to stay away from Gir. If he was causing these feelings, if she didn't see him for long enough, perhaps things would go back to normal.
Unfortunately, Gir had other ideas. Ideas that involved coming to see MiMi every day after Tak and Zim had left for skool. In fact, the next morning, it was no sooner than Tak had thrown a "goodbye" and a "watch the base" in MiMi's direction and boarded the bus that Gir appeared at the door.
MiMi ignored the knocks, determined to completely avoid any interaction with him. After about 30 minutes, he finally gave up and left, but not before sliding something under the door. MiMi picked it up.
It was a piece of paper, with some pictures scribbled in marker. There was a rainbow, an abundance of red hearts, a crudely drawn pig, and what appeared to be tacos with faces sliding down the rainbow. She flipped the paper over. The back read "TO MIMI. PS: MINIMOOSE SAYS HI." The letters were blue, and several of them were backwards. Why would he give her this? It served no logical purpose whatsoever. She took the useless paper in her larger claw and was about to crumple it… but she stopped.
This has no use. It tells me nothing. I do not need it, she thought. But somehow, she couldn't bring herself to destroy it.
Even if it is completely purposeless, it was a kind gesture.
A kind gesture? When did she start caring about that sort of thing? MiMi's life was governed by logic and reason, not confusing things like emotion and kindness. She'd always thought that the universe would be more efficient if everyone were like her. Things would get done so much faster.
Besides, it was a kind gesture by an enemy.
But somehow, she still couldn't bring herself to destroy the picture.