Wooohooo! Lookit dat! A new chapter already!! ^__^;; sorry about the long name, i couldn't think of anything else.. any suggestions? ahh anyway.. I love you brand new inspirational episodes of IZ! *watches her tape of the new ep yesterday for the zillionth time* Yeeheehee, I love IZ! It's a good thing Nick came to its senses and kept it! Pictures will come soon, just as soon as I figure out why Side 7 hasn't sent me a confirmation email yet... o0;; Geocities sucks... but if I must upload it there, then SO BE IT! o0; ooh, i scared myself again! ^_^ anyway, enjoy the new chapter! note: there's some fluff at the end of it... yay for happy yaoi fluffness!
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"Nnngh... where am I?" Zim wondered, groggily starting to open his eyes. A ceiling that was not his own met his eyes. He sat up quickly, and looked around. /This is not my house!/ he thought, panicking. Then he saw Dib, staring at him. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he yelled, pulling the covers up to his chin. DIB'S covers; he was in Dib's bed! In Dib's house! "What do you want with mee? Don't kill mee!" he yelped, then remembered both why he was here and why he'd been in the park in the first place. "Oh yeah... never mind, you can kill me," he grumbled, sighing unhappily. He was a failure, a reject of Irken society.
"Don't say that," Dib said, coming to sit on the bed with him.
"Why not?" Zim asked, glaring at Dib defiantly. "If I want to die, why can't I?"
"Because I won't let you," Dib said, staring back at Zim levelly. Zim's glare slowly turned into a frown of puzzlement.
"And why won't you let me? It would mean you would have proof I was an alien, and maybe even get famous for my autopsy," Zim asked, wondering why on Earth (or anywhere else for that matter) the Dib-human of all people would want to save him. His own SPECIES didn't even want him.
"I won't let you 'cause you're the reason I get up every morning," Dib said seriously. "And I don't care about getting you on an autopsy table anymore, fame only lasts so long. Friendship is much longer. Would you, maybe, consider being just friends, and not enemies?" he asked, looking at Zim hopefully.
"I... guess," Zim said, pulling his knees up to his chin. "Isn't like I need to worry about invading or keeping my identity a secret anyway. Considering I'm banished, and nobody will ever come for me, how about we make a deal. You teach me more about Earth, and I'll tell you about my people. Your human spaceflight attempts don't even go past your own solar system for the most part, so it isn't a big deal."
Dib grinned at Zim. "Okay, but I have something to add to the deal," he said, thinking back over their conversation in the park. "Your leaders, the Tallests, you called em? I vote we try to get back at them! Deal?" Dib stuck out his hand to shake on it.
"Deal!" Zim said, taking it and grinning. They shook, then hastily let go as a knock sounded on Dib's door.
"Dib, open this door now or I'm telling everyone at Hi Skool you two were making out in there," growled Gaz from the other side.
"GAZ!!" Dib yelled, unlocking the door and glaring at her. "We were not!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Gaz said, opening one eye to glare balefully at him. "Cough up my game, or you die. A slow, horrible, painful sort of death."
"What game?" Dib asked, trying to think if he'd stolen any games recently. "Oh.." He poked around his computer desk until he found the cartridge. "Sorry, had to borrow it for a while... You don't usually play it anyway," he said sheepishly, handing over the older version of Gaz's vampire piggies game.
"I'll let you off this time, but if you take any more of my games without asking, you'll wake up in a torture chamber. Got it?" she asked, slipping the cartridge into her Game Slave. Without waiting for a response she wandered out of his room, focused on her game.
"Wow, she's really into her games, isn't she?" Zim commented.
"Games and pizza, the only things she ever thinks about for the most part," Dib replied, shaking his head. "I think one-track minds are genetic though. Dad only thinks about his work and I admit I'm mostly about the paranormal."
"Eh, at least you had a choice of what to be one-track about," Zim said, shrugging. "On Irk, we're divided up at birth for what it is we're going to be, then we train in that area."
"Really? Sounds very militarian... what do you /do/ on Irk, anyway?" Dib asked, coming to sit on the bed again.
"Well, there are a number of different occupations. The major ones are Invader, Warrior, Specialist, and Worker. There are a zillion sub-sections, and more categories, I think, but I'll just describe the ones I remember. Invaders are what I am, or was," he said, pausing as he remembered. "They sneak onto an enemy planet, disguise themselves to look like the natives, and find out a planet's weaknesses. They report back to the Tallests, and then the Armada comes to take it over and make it part of the Irken Empire. The Tallests usually name it something stupid and make it serve a basic purpose."
"Stupid names? Like what? Can't get much stupider than Earth for a planet," Dib said, shrugging.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Zim said ruefully. "There's Food Courtia, the fast food planet, Call Nowia, the marketing planet, and Conventia, the convention planet, and those are just a few examples."
"Wow, those are some pretty lame names," Dib said, laughing. "What about the Warriors?"
"Warriors are just that, the warrior groups," Zim said. "They're the ground forces for the Armada, if the inhabitants of the planet they're conquering go underground they go in after them. They're usually very skilled with both weaponry and hand to hand combat. Invaders are trained to a small degree for self defense and other worst-case scenarios, but Warriors are a thousand times more deadly." Dib shuddered, recalling all the close calls he'd had with just Zim, and he was an Invader! It was a good thing they weren't trained as hard as Warriors, or he might be dead now! "Anyway," Zim continued, oblivious, "the Specialists are the ones in charge of inventing things and repairing things, they have a lot to do with the technological parts of society. I don't know much about them other than they make all the useful stuff Invaders use. Workers I know more about, considering I was one once."
"I thought you said you were assigned a position at birth and stayed there," Dib asked curiously.
"It was when I was banished," Zim said shortly. "The first time, I mean."
"The first time? How did you get un-banished?" Dib asked, remembering something about it from the park.
"I.. um... I quit," Zim said sheepishly.
"How do you quit being banished?"
"I just kinda left, I didn't really quit being banished. I guess that's why they sent me here. Secret mission my foot!"
"Oh. That's kinda funny, you just quit being banished!"
"Yeah yeah, rub it in. I was a lot shorter then, okay?"
"What does height have to do with anything?" Dib asked, now thoroughly confused. He remembered the leaders being called the Tallests, and Zim had been yelling something about being banished when he was short not bad enough, they did it when he was taller. Zim just gaped at him for a minute.
"What does height have to do with anything?" Zim repeated, staring. "Height is everything on Irk! The taller ones are favored and given the good assignments, and the shortest ones are left out of everything, made into Workers at some menial task! If you aren't big, you're absolutely nothing!" he almost yelled.
"What?? That seems kinda stupid," Dib said, remembering how short Zim had been when he'd come to Earth. The same size as he had been, not too short.
"Stupid or not, that's the way things were. It was especially hard for me to be an Invader, always pushed around or picked on, smallest of the small! I swore I'd show them, and now look at me. Banished AGAIN on some Irk-forsaken backwater dirtball," Zim grumbled.
"So... why'd you get banished the first time?" Dib asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"I um... I..." Zim started, flushing embarrassedly. "Well... Iaccidentallyblewuphalfmyownplanet."
"You WHAT?" Dib said, biting back his laughter.
"I was assigned a destroyer-mech in Operation Impending Doom I, and I got a little over-excited. Come to think of it, maybe I was delirious... I have no idea, I don't remember much from that night. Apparently I started early and blew up half of Irk. Quite an accomplishment, but one I'd rather have done somewhere else."
"Wow... That's really cool!" Dib said, grinning at Zim. "I mean, not cool that it was your own planet, but think how quick you coulda conquered some other planet like that!!" Zim grinned back.
"Yeah, I guess it /was/ pretty cool..." he said. "Thanks, I feel a lot better. But I should probably go home now, Gir might be worried."
"Huh? No way, you can't leave now! It's still raining cats and dogs out there!" Dib protested, pointing out the window. Zim looked at him confusedly.
"That's just water, not animals. Why did you say cats and dogs were raining instead of water?" Zim asked, raising an eyebrow. Or what would've been one, if he had them.
"It's just an expression, it means its raining really hard," Dib said, laughing at his expression. "Anyway, I don't think it'll let up until morning, and I don't really have a large supply of paste. I think you'll just have to stay overnight."
"Whaat? Stay here? Where will I sleep?" Zim asked, staring dumbfoundedly (is that a word? o0;) at Dib.
"You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch downstairs. I just hope Gaz doesn't spread evil rumors... better not do anything to annoy her for a while..." he grumbled, imagining the vicious things she could say about such an incident. "Anyway, there's certainly no way you can go outside. You wouldn't make it halfway home."
Zim sighed. "I guess you're right," he said, then shuddered as he lay down, blinking sleepily. "I despise the rain soo much... filthy water..."
Dib grinned at his expression, then turned to leave. "Good night," Dib said, disappearing into the hallway and shutting the door quietly.
"Night," Zim replied, his lids closing heavily.
Dib headed downstairs, and spread himself out on the couch, surprised to see that Gaz wasn't there watching TV or playing her games. He figured she'd gone back to her own room to play in the quiet. Yawning, he took off his glasses, putting them safely on the little table by the couch. He soon drifted off to dreams.
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Zim woke up suddenly, blinking. He was still in Dib's room, and the fluorescent clock by the bed said it was 3 o'clock in the morning. He looked out the window and saw the rain had stopped. He crept quietly downstairs, figuring he'd go ahead and leave. A soft noise from the other room made him freeze in his tracks. Tiptoeing towards the source, he found Dib, shaking like crazy. "No, no, go away, leave me alone! Go away, stop it, just stop..." he mumbled, one arm flailing as if he was fighting something off. Zim stared for a second, wondering what he should do.
On instinct he knelt down by Dib, running his fingers through his hair. "Shh, shh, it's okay, I'm here. Nothing to be afraid of, don't worry. Shh, shh..." he whispered softly. Dib slowly quieted, lying passively on the couch. /He should probably go to bed,/ Zim thought, and lifted Dib in his arms, remembering to grab his glasses. He wasn't very heavy, but then again Irken training included building up your strength. Dib seemed to weigh almost nothing. Zim crept upstairs and laid Dib on the bed. "A favor returned," he whispered softly. The moonlight danced across Dib's pale face, making him look even paler than he was. He looked so.. fragile... and peaceful, just lying there. Zim fought it for a while, then yielded to temptation. He kissed Dib's cheek lightly, hardly more than a butterfly kiss, then activated his spider legs and disappeared out the window into the star studded night. Behind him, Dib smiled in his sleep, putting a hand up to cheek tenderly.
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Yess, you guessed it! Iiiit's NOTE TIME! riiiight... i wuv yu all for responding, and hope you keep reading! i don't really know where it's headed, but that's okay. i'll figure it out eventually... and then i shall write more! yaay! um... yah! okay! anyway, thanki all for such happy nice comments! ^-^ you make me feel so love-ded! on to the individdies now!!
PRHG: aww, don't beat em up too bad! i might need em later in the story! or I might write a P/R story later! o0; maybe... I dunno... I like Purple better than Red... no, I like Red... no, Purple... AUGH! i dunno, they both rock!
ArmAndLeg: teehee... i love incorrect English, it's so much fun! it's wierd though... i like to stare at a word and think up different spellings for the way it sounds, and then I start doubting whether or not it's actually spelled right when it is... like the word 'wierd', i'll start pretending it's pronounced like wired, and i'll spell it weerd or weird or...o0; then i get all confused... and i wonder why on earth it's spelled 'wierd' in the first place... 0o; now i've gone and confused myself.. oy..
Goddess o. D.: thankiiee! yaay!
C-W: ^-^ ah yes, the joys of ZADR... i dunno, i just don't think ZAGR works very well... the only time Gaz even deigns to notice Zim is when he's bothering her. Then she attempts to destroy him... or when he's convenient to use to bother Dib with... ech.. whatever!
Diartemis: Hmm... i'll have to check that out sometime... ^_^ i think they were glad to get out of school early, so they didn't mind the whole yuckiness factor so much...
Lina: Yess... foodfights are very... interesting... very messy, too... yech... and there are mean evil demon girls wherever you go to school... it's a fact of life...
MiracleChick: lol, that's kinda funny... nice to know my fic's useful too.. ^__^
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed my random babbling... oh, and my fic, too... ^_~ ah, young love... ohh, tis a grand thing... i can't believe I actually wrote the cute fluffy part while high on popcorn, butter, salt, and Mountain Dew... and it turned out pretty good, i think! ^_^ yay for fluff! personally the best part about ZADR is all that cute happy fluffiness... .^_^. yay for fluff! i'm really trying to get the pictures up soon!
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"Nnngh... where am I?" Zim wondered, groggily starting to open his eyes. A ceiling that was not his own met his eyes. He sat up quickly, and looked around. /This is not my house!/ he thought, panicking. Then he saw Dib, staring at him. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he yelled, pulling the covers up to his chin. DIB'S covers; he was in Dib's bed! In Dib's house! "What do you want with mee? Don't kill mee!" he yelped, then remembered both why he was here and why he'd been in the park in the first place. "Oh yeah... never mind, you can kill me," he grumbled, sighing unhappily. He was a failure, a reject of Irken society.
"Don't say that," Dib said, coming to sit on the bed with him.
"Why not?" Zim asked, glaring at Dib defiantly. "If I want to die, why can't I?"
"Because I won't let you," Dib said, staring back at Zim levelly. Zim's glare slowly turned into a frown of puzzlement.
"And why won't you let me? It would mean you would have proof I was an alien, and maybe even get famous for my autopsy," Zim asked, wondering why on Earth (or anywhere else for that matter) the Dib-human of all people would want to save him. His own SPECIES didn't even want him.
"I won't let you 'cause you're the reason I get up every morning," Dib said seriously. "And I don't care about getting you on an autopsy table anymore, fame only lasts so long. Friendship is much longer. Would you, maybe, consider being just friends, and not enemies?" he asked, looking at Zim hopefully.
"I... guess," Zim said, pulling his knees up to his chin. "Isn't like I need to worry about invading or keeping my identity a secret anyway. Considering I'm banished, and nobody will ever come for me, how about we make a deal. You teach me more about Earth, and I'll tell you about my people. Your human spaceflight attempts don't even go past your own solar system for the most part, so it isn't a big deal."
Dib grinned at Zim. "Okay, but I have something to add to the deal," he said, thinking back over their conversation in the park. "Your leaders, the Tallests, you called em? I vote we try to get back at them! Deal?" Dib stuck out his hand to shake on it.
"Deal!" Zim said, taking it and grinning. They shook, then hastily let go as a knock sounded on Dib's door.
"Dib, open this door now or I'm telling everyone at Hi Skool you two were making out in there," growled Gaz from the other side.
"GAZ!!" Dib yelled, unlocking the door and glaring at her. "We were not!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Gaz said, opening one eye to glare balefully at him. "Cough up my game, or you die. A slow, horrible, painful sort of death."
"What game?" Dib asked, trying to think if he'd stolen any games recently. "Oh.." He poked around his computer desk until he found the cartridge. "Sorry, had to borrow it for a while... You don't usually play it anyway," he said sheepishly, handing over the older version of Gaz's vampire piggies game.
"I'll let you off this time, but if you take any more of my games without asking, you'll wake up in a torture chamber. Got it?" she asked, slipping the cartridge into her Game Slave. Without waiting for a response she wandered out of his room, focused on her game.
"Wow, she's really into her games, isn't she?" Zim commented.
"Games and pizza, the only things she ever thinks about for the most part," Dib replied, shaking his head. "I think one-track minds are genetic though. Dad only thinks about his work and I admit I'm mostly about the paranormal."
"Eh, at least you had a choice of what to be one-track about," Zim said, shrugging. "On Irk, we're divided up at birth for what it is we're going to be, then we train in that area."
"Really? Sounds very militarian... what do you /do/ on Irk, anyway?" Dib asked, coming to sit on the bed again.
"Well, there are a number of different occupations. The major ones are Invader, Warrior, Specialist, and Worker. There are a zillion sub-sections, and more categories, I think, but I'll just describe the ones I remember. Invaders are what I am, or was," he said, pausing as he remembered. "They sneak onto an enemy planet, disguise themselves to look like the natives, and find out a planet's weaknesses. They report back to the Tallests, and then the Armada comes to take it over and make it part of the Irken Empire. The Tallests usually name it something stupid and make it serve a basic purpose."
"Stupid names? Like what? Can't get much stupider than Earth for a planet," Dib said, shrugging.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Zim said ruefully. "There's Food Courtia, the fast food planet, Call Nowia, the marketing planet, and Conventia, the convention planet, and those are just a few examples."
"Wow, those are some pretty lame names," Dib said, laughing. "What about the Warriors?"
"Warriors are just that, the warrior groups," Zim said. "They're the ground forces for the Armada, if the inhabitants of the planet they're conquering go underground they go in after them. They're usually very skilled with both weaponry and hand to hand combat. Invaders are trained to a small degree for self defense and other worst-case scenarios, but Warriors are a thousand times more deadly." Dib shuddered, recalling all the close calls he'd had with just Zim, and he was an Invader! It was a good thing they weren't trained as hard as Warriors, or he might be dead now! "Anyway," Zim continued, oblivious, "the Specialists are the ones in charge of inventing things and repairing things, they have a lot to do with the technological parts of society. I don't know much about them other than they make all the useful stuff Invaders use. Workers I know more about, considering I was one once."
"I thought you said you were assigned a position at birth and stayed there," Dib asked curiously.
"It was when I was banished," Zim said shortly. "The first time, I mean."
"The first time? How did you get un-banished?" Dib asked, remembering something about it from the park.
"I.. um... I quit," Zim said sheepishly.
"How do you quit being banished?"
"I just kinda left, I didn't really quit being banished. I guess that's why they sent me here. Secret mission my foot!"
"Oh. That's kinda funny, you just quit being banished!"
"Yeah yeah, rub it in. I was a lot shorter then, okay?"
"What does height have to do with anything?" Dib asked, now thoroughly confused. He remembered the leaders being called the Tallests, and Zim had been yelling something about being banished when he was short not bad enough, they did it when he was taller. Zim just gaped at him for a minute.
"What does height have to do with anything?" Zim repeated, staring. "Height is everything on Irk! The taller ones are favored and given the good assignments, and the shortest ones are left out of everything, made into Workers at some menial task! If you aren't big, you're absolutely nothing!" he almost yelled.
"What?? That seems kinda stupid," Dib said, remembering how short Zim had been when he'd come to Earth. The same size as he had been, not too short.
"Stupid or not, that's the way things were. It was especially hard for me to be an Invader, always pushed around or picked on, smallest of the small! I swore I'd show them, and now look at me. Banished AGAIN on some Irk-forsaken backwater dirtball," Zim grumbled.
"So... why'd you get banished the first time?" Dib asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"I um... I..." Zim started, flushing embarrassedly. "Well... Iaccidentallyblewuphalfmyownplanet."
"You WHAT?" Dib said, biting back his laughter.
"I was assigned a destroyer-mech in Operation Impending Doom I, and I got a little over-excited. Come to think of it, maybe I was delirious... I have no idea, I don't remember much from that night. Apparently I started early and blew up half of Irk. Quite an accomplishment, but one I'd rather have done somewhere else."
"Wow... That's really cool!" Dib said, grinning at Zim. "I mean, not cool that it was your own planet, but think how quick you coulda conquered some other planet like that!!" Zim grinned back.
"Yeah, I guess it /was/ pretty cool..." he said. "Thanks, I feel a lot better. But I should probably go home now, Gir might be worried."
"Huh? No way, you can't leave now! It's still raining cats and dogs out there!" Dib protested, pointing out the window. Zim looked at him confusedly.
"That's just water, not animals. Why did you say cats and dogs were raining instead of water?" Zim asked, raising an eyebrow. Or what would've been one, if he had them.
"It's just an expression, it means its raining really hard," Dib said, laughing at his expression. "Anyway, I don't think it'll let up until morning, and I don't really have a large supply of paste. I think you'll just have to stay overnight."
"Whaat? Stay here? Where will I sleep?" Zim asked, staring dumbfoundedly (is that a word? o0;) at Dib.
"You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch downstairs. I just hope Gaz doesn't spread evil rumors... better not do anything to annoy her for a while..." he grumbled, imagining the vicious things she could say about such an incident. "Anyway, there's certainly no way you can go outside. You wouldn't make it halfway home."
Zim sighed. "I guess you're right," he said, then shuddered as he lay down, blinking sleepily. "I despise the rain soo much... filthy water..."
Dib grinned at his expression, then turned to leave. "Good night," Dib said, disappearing into the hallway and shutting the door quietly.
"Night," Zim replied, his lids closing heavily.
Dib headed downstairs, and spread himself out on the couch, surprised to see that Gaz wasn't there watching TV or playing her games. He figured she'd gone back to her own room to play in the quiet. Yawning, he took off his glasses, putting them safely on the little table by the couch. He soon drifted off to dreams.
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Zim woke up suddenly, blinking. He was still in Dib's room, and the fluorescent clock by the bed said it was 3 o'clock in the morning. He looked out the window and saw the rain had stopped. He crept quietly downstairs, figuring he'd go ahead and leave. A soft noise from the other room made him freeze in his tracks. Tiptoeing towards the source, he found Dib, shaking like crazy. "No, no, go away, leave me alone! Go away, stop it, just stop..." he mumbled, one arm flailing as if he was fighting something off. Zim stared for a second, wondering what he should do.
On instinct he knelt down by Dib, running his fingers through his hair. "Shh, shh, it's okay, I'm here. Nothing to be afraid of, don't worry. Shh, shh..." he whispered softly. Dib slowly quieted, lying passively on the couch. /He should probably go to bed,/ Zim thought, and lifted Dib in his arms, remembering to grab his glasses. He wasn't very heavy, but then again Irken training included building up your strength. Dib seemed to weigh almost nothing. Zim crept upstairs and laid Dib on the bed. "A favor returned," he whispered softly. The moonlight danced across Dib's pale face, making him look even paler than he was. He looked so.. fragile... and peaceful, just lying there. Zim fought it for a while, then yielded to temptation. He kissed Dib's cheek lightly, hardly more than a butterfly kiss, then activated his spider legs and disappeared out the window into the star studded night. Behind him, Dib smiled in his sleep, putting a hand up to cheek tenderly.
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Yess, you guessed it! Iiiit's NOTE TIME! riiiight... i wuv yu all for responding, and hope you keep reading! i don't really know where it's headed, but that's okay. i'll figure it out eventually... and then i shall write more! yaay! um... yah! okay! anyway, thanki all for such happy nice comments! ^-^ you make me feel so love-ded! on to the individdies now!!
PRHG: aww, don't beat em up too bad! i might need em later in the story! or I might write a P/R story later! o0; maybe... I dunno... I like Purple better than Red... no, I like Red... no, Purple... AUGH! i dunno, they both rock!
ArmAndLeg: teehee... i love incorrect English, it's so much fun! it's wierd though... i like to stare at a word and think up different spellings for the way it sounds, and then I start doubting whether or not it's actually spelled right when it is... like the word 'wierd', i'll start pretending it's pronounced like wired, and i'll spell it weerd or weird or...o0; then i get all confused... and i wonder why on earth it's spelled 'wierd' in the first place... 0o; now i've gone and confused myself.. oy..
Goddess o. D.: thankiiee! yaay!
C-W: ^-^ ah yes, the joys of ZADR... i dunno, i just don't think ZAGR works very well... the only time Gaz even deigns to notice Zim is when he's bothering her. Then she attempts to destroy him... or when he's convenient to use to bother Dib with... ech.. whatever!
Diartemis: Hmm... i'll have to check that out sometime... ^_^ i think they were glad to get out of school early, so they didn't mind the whole yuckiness factor so much...
Lina: Yess... foodfights are very... interesting... very messy, too... yech... and there are mean evil demon girls wherever you go to school... it's a fact of life...
MiracleChick: lol, that's kinda funny... nice to know my fic's useful too.. ^__^
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed my random babbling... oh, and my fic, too... ^_~ ah, young love... ohh, tis a grand thing... i can't believe I actually wrote the cute fluffy part while high on popcorn, butter, salt, and Mountain Dew... and it turned out pretty good, i think! ^_^ yay for fluff! personally the best part about ZADR is all that cute happy fluffiness... .^_^. yay for fluff! i'm really trying to get the pictures up soon!
