I didn't own anything last chapter, so why would I now?
(HI CASSIDY! You turned off your P.M feature thingy!)
But really, I don't own anything.
Zim slapped him and stumbled back, blushing. What? He… What?
Gir raised an eyebrow, a hand coming up to tend to the red spot on his face. At least he thought Zim had needs. Then again, his thought process had always been flawed. But judging by the size of that blush, he'd enjoyed it.
"Gir! What do you think you're doing!" Zim roared.
Gir tilted his head. "I thought I was attending to master's needs," He replied, rubbing his cheek. "Guess I was wrong. Looked like you wanted it."
"What the hell, Gir!"
"I mean why else would you come out here wet, wearing nothing but a towel, when you could have dried off and at least put some pants on in a matter of seconds?" Gir continued.
"What makes you think I-"
"Not only that, but that towel is just a bit too small for you. Isn't that my towel anyway?"
Zim looked down to find that the towel was indeed silver and blue.
"And I was on the ground when you came in. I got a pretty good look at everything. Why the hell else would you stand close enough for that?"
A faint blush crossed Zim's face, another thing picked up from this planet. "Where'd you put the good soap, Gir?"
The former robot pointed, an annoyed look on his face. "It's in the fridge, you freakin tease."
As Zim stomped off into the kitchen, he could have sworn he heard Gir storm off as well. Well that was unusual. The smaller boy had never actually been mad. Not in his right mind. Not at Zim.
Gir sat on his bed, sighing. They'd added a new room when he'd become human, because he would need to sleep somewhere. He looked over at the small table next to his bed. There sat Mini- moose, just where he left him, waiting for Gir to pick him up. So he did. Gir squeezed the plush toy lightly, giving a small smile at the squeak it gave off. That always made him feel better.
"I'm bored, I've been rejected and my face hurts…" Gir told it. "What should I do, buddy?"
He squeezed the toy again, the smile on his face growing bigger at the seemingly happier squeak it gave him this time. It seemed to answer his question. Gir nodded.
"Okay then Mini- moose, but I don't know how molesting Dib will help anything."