Note: Okay, I decided to have it focus on Zim until the loopyness is el-gone-o.
To Fred Bob and Tom: Yeah, good luck with that. And Gazzy, you will never leave. NEVER. *pause* GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! Heehee. Fred.
Zim led Gaz through the forest, being sure to guide her away from anything she might trip over. The whole time, she had a wobbly grin spread across her face.
Eventually, she started giggling. Her giggling grew until she was laughing so hard Zim had to make her sit on the ground before she fell and hit her head on a rock.
"What is so funny?" he asked.
She tried to answer, but it was hard because she was laughing so much. After she had calmed down a bit, she said in between laughs: "I...I really don't know!" she burst out laughing again. Zim rolled his eyes, although he was smiling.
Gir rolled up to Gaz and they laughed together. Zim stood and looked around for a bit of food that wouldn't turn him into a temporary purple psychopath. He heard a rustling and saw a small animal moving through the bushes. It was a creature that was much like an Earth rabbit, only a little bigger, had a rat's tail, and it was usually a deep green color, with no ears.
He chased it down and caught it. He snapped it's neck for a quick, painless death and looked around for a good place to make a fire. He knew it should be a little ways away from Gaz and Gir, so he gathered a few sticks into a pile about a yard away from them.
He snapped his fingers and a little green flame emerged. He flicked it onto the twigs, and after a moment of burning, it turned to yellow. Gaz immediately stopped laughing and stared in wonder.
"Pretty lights..." she murmured. She looked like she wanted to touch it, but held herself back for fear of making it want to leave.
Zim went to work on cooking the animal he had caught. Within five minutes it was almost done. He knew Gir was okay without a share, because his bubble was still full of muffins, so he split it between him and Gaz.
She looked at the meat in her hand and cocked her head. She blinked, then smiled. She ate it quickly, then stood up. She wobbled for a bit, walked one step to the side, then sat back down.
"What was that all about?" Zim asked, halfway through his own meal.
Gaz shrugged, then played with her fingers. She held them out towards him, although he was way too far away to reach them.
"What are these?"
"Your fingers, Gaz."
"Oooohhhh! What are they for?"
"Erm, grasping things, I guess."
"Ooh, like the pretty lights?"
"No, Gaz, don't!" he reached out, but was too late. She had already scooted to the fire and was trying to hold a flame. She furrowed her brows.
"It's not staying! Why doesn't it like me?"
She pulled our her fingers, which were covered in flames kept alive by the edge of her sleeve. She smiled.
"It hurts!" She said proudly.
Zim hurried and sat near her, turning her away from the fire and towards him.
"I would guess so."
He muffled the flame with his gloved hand. He held it there for a while, and he didn't know why. Time seemed to stop. It took a minute for him to realize that he was looking into her eyes and she was looking right back.
He backed away quickly and stomped out the fire. Gaz looked horrified.
"Where'd the pretty lights go?"
"They'll be back. For now, we have to keep moving."
Gaz simply tilted her head to the side and stared at him. He helped her up and guided her like he had before, his hands on her shoulders. Gir rolled after them, laughing all the way.
Random note: HAHAHA! (y'know, like Jingle Bells? Ah, whatever.)