"Nice weather we're having. How's Gir and Minimoose?"
"I'm going to kill you,"
"Ah, sounds nice. Now can you get out of my bathroom so I can get prepared to go to bed?"
The short Irken grumbled, slamming the door behind himself and settling on the teen's bed. Dib shoved his toothbrush into his mouth, pushing open the door that led into his room and sorting through his drawer to grab a pair of boxers while humming to himself.
"You were supposed to visit me two days ago, meat child." Zim sneered, dangling a leg back and forth off the edge of the bed.
"Sorry for being on the run from the cops," Dib mumbled past his toothbrush, going back into the bathroom and kicking the door shut to swap his towel with a pair of red boxers.
Spitting out toothpaste and rinsing his mouth with water, he opened the door while shutting off the bathroom light. Walking across the room to switch on his blue lava lamp, he jumped onto his mattress and snickered when Zim hissed like an angry cat from being disturbed then settling back down.
"You are a hazard to your society, Dib-filth." The Irken started, turning around and hesitantly climbing to the empty side of the bed. "But sometimes… the hazard is enjoyable. BE GRATEFUL!"
Wincing at the sudden rise of his voice, Dib took off his glasses and placed them on his nightstand. Putting his finger to his lips in the universal sign of shushing, he pulled the covers back and got underneath. Offering the blanket toward the Irken, Zim stiffly joins underneath the covers and gathers a few pillows into a pile to snuggle into. Settling into his makeshift nest, he buries half his face and keeps an eye open to gaze at the raven-haired male, who in return gazed back with tired eyes.
"Go to sleep, stink. There's nothing you'll miss." Zim murmured softly.
Dib grumbled, turning his head to squint at the bug with a pouty face. "I'm not tired though."
Zim gives him an irritated look, "I clearly see you yawning right now, Dib-shit."
The raven-haired teen sighed, rubbing his eyes and shifting to his side to face Zim better. Closing his eyes, he reached out to grasp a clawed hand and intertwined their fingers together, squeezing his clawed hand with a soft smile. Zim hesitated, slowly squeezing back and admiring the human as golden brown eyes shot wide open in surprise at the show of rare affection. They seemed to sparkle with restricted admiration in return, a crooked smile curling his thin lips upward that reminded Zim how homesick he had been without the human.
"When will we go back to space?" Dib murmured softly, struggling to keep his eyes open.
Zim glanced past Dib's figure, looking out toward the night sky. "Not for a long while, another war between my home planet and Hilaria had broken out." Looking back to meet Dib's eyes, he blinked slowly. "It'd be a shame to bring along more weight than my Voot can handle."
Amber eyes narrowed once he processed the taunting remark, raising a hand to flip off the alien and earning a chuckle in response.
"Relax, stinky. I only kid." Zim smirks, laying his head back down and snuggling into his makeshift nest. "Now go to sleep."
Reaching out to brush bangs from Dib's face, he hid his smile when the teen sleepily nuzzled into his touch and yawned a bit too loudly that made his antenna bend back. His flaws are what made Zim enjoy him more than when he tried to be perfect under his parental figure's watchful eye. The man was very intelligent and charismatic, more so than any human could ever possibly be. The Irken had a suspicion of the professor being Irken, but he didn't want to dive in too deep or let Dib in on his ponderings and end up shaking his world up to his very core. He remembered Dib talking about that incident with Tak's voot, it still bothered him how traumatized Dib could be of the memory from time to time if he was feeling sentimental that day.
Snapping out of his thoughts once he felt Dib exhale through his mouth onto his face, he opened his mouth to snap at the teen, only to shut it when he realized the noret was passed out and slightly drooling on his pillow. A sight both charming and disgusting to the Irken. Hugging a pillow close to his body, Zim closed his eyes and switched his PAK to a meditative-like sleep and ran a full body scan to fix up any damage that had been caused throughout the day.