Dib swung his legs while he waited for Zim or the computer to finish their tasks. It hadn't taken him long to sketch out the design for his new coat. He was curious to see the quality of the computer's work but from Zim's clothes he knew it'd be good quality. He looked round the room that barely a few days ago had been brand new and immaculate. Now the bed was a mess, Dib's stuff was all over the place and items belonging to Zim had begun to find their way in. The space was still cleaner than Dib's own room. Dib let himself fall backwards onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling while he waited. He was glad that Zim was still willing to give movies a go despite his obvious disinterest in the ones they'd watched. The click of the door alerted him to Zim's return and Dib sat up, slightly confused. He'd spied on Zim for years and he knew it took longer than this to take a paste 'bath'. The Irken grinned at him and Dib noticed the glass of water in his hand. What was that for? His question was quickly answered by Zim tipping it over his bare hand, soaking his skin and the floor. Dib froze, freaked by Zim's lack of reaction. Magenta eyes locked on his.
"Water cure complete!" Dib let out a relieved sigh, smiling at the Irken. That meant Zim could now touch water without getting hurt. The Irken's lekku were perched high atop his head, eyes sparkling and seeming to be after praise. Dib stood, striding over the small distance and pulling the smaller being into his grasp for a hug. Small hands gripped the back of his shirt, head nuzzling his shoulder, lekku temptingly close to his fingers as they drooped. The Irken was the first to pull away and Dib reluctantly let go. Keeping his feelings under wraps was proving to be very difficult... Dib was sort of proud that he'd lasted this long. Before Zim could see his expression, a bundle of black fabric was suddenly dumped on his head and the Irken was laughing at him. "Should have warned you of that." Dib pulled the item off his head, unfurling a long black trench coat adorned with decorative zips making it seem like it had more pockets than it's two outer and one inner pocket. He looked it over wordlessly before slipping it on, finding it fit perfectly.
"It's awesome." The computer was very good at making clothes. Dib turned to face Zim, the Irken having strolled past him and now busy applying his disguise. Dib much preferred the real Zim to fake 'human' Zim. He waited until the Irken grabbed a jacket, this one brown with a fur trim and turned to face him.
"Something up hyuman?" Zim tilted his head cutely an Dib forced down the urge to hug him again.
"No, nothing's up, everything's okay..." Dib tapered off before he really began to babble, smiling instead. The Irken gave him a suspicious look before moving to the doorway.
"Then let's go." Dib blinked, looking at the hand Zim had extended before feeling his face almost split with a grin. He grabbed the hand, gripping it tightly in his own as they set off downstairs then out the door. He briefly wondered where Gir was before deciding it didn't matter, the robot had proved himself capable of handling being alone many times before. Dib took the lead once they got outside since the Irken didn't know where the theatre was. He ignored the looks they got from other people, two boys holding hands would attract stares no matter what but Dib didn't care at the moment since Zim was the one who had started it this time and the Irken hadn't made any moves to pull away despite all the looks. If anything, Zim was holding his hand tighter, keeping pace as best as he could. Dib slowed their pace to prolong their arrival and the inevitable thing of Zim letting go of his hand. The large building was easily noticeable by the adverts and billboards surrounding it and Dib made a beeline straight for it. Now he just had to find a movie that they could watch...
