Comments. My bad, I forgot to update.
KotaWingz
Chapter 18
Oh, Zim, you pervert you! ^^
LMAO, so I'm not the only girl who is kinda disturbed by sex. I too find it kinda gross.
I AM NOT ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE!
FUCK YES, WE ARE COOL KIDS!
cheddarbiscuit
Chapter 18
... But we're not getting any DaTr are we? Ah well.
Unless of course, Tip and Tine are planning on playing cupid... Which would be fecking creepy, btw.
Aaaaaaanyway, It's good to see Zim kidnapping people so Gaz can have a nice wedding, and it makes me wonder, will he abduct Professor Membrane for the traditional giving away of the bride, or would he consider that too dangerous? I'm assuming Skoodge would be the best man. Is Zim going to abduct and drug potential bridesmaids?
Is this going, like, royal wedding route or close family affair?
I would assume he would make a big spectacle out of it, because presentation is half of battle. Like they would have it in the Sistine Chapel, and why didn't he just go big or go home and force the Pope himself to marry them? In the Sistine Chapel. While Dib is bound and gaged in a small, dark room and forced to watch on a large HD television. And the camera man zooms in on the kiss, which Zim draws out as long as possible, just to torture Dib.
And then they would have their wedding night in the Taj Mahal.
Don't look at me like that's not epic!
Tip and Tine are fucking weird in general, but no, no cupid. Just antagonizing their cousin for kicks.
I DON'T KNOW ANY OF THOSE PLACES. Is that sad?
So no, nothing there. XD
But I won't give away any more of the wedding! details!
xoAmaxi
Chapter 18
"Stupid Gretchen. Nobody likes her."
That made me laugh so much. :)
I'M SO EXCITED FOR ZIM AND GAZ'S WEDDING. That priest guy was amusing, very amusing. Haha. And I'm curious to know what the twins are up to..
Thanks for the quick update, now, FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. :DDDD
Okay, I got a lot of comments for that remark. People both agreeing and being amused by it.
Do you all really hate her that much?
GOOD! BECAUSE I DO TOO! :D
Mr. Mookenstein
Chapter 18
i had little to no want for sex as a virgin, my girl felt the same...and then we had it...it's kind of like eating glazed donuts, you know that there will be a big mess made in the proses but the payoff is soo.. worth it..that was my girls metaphor by the way..XD
O.O
Oh dear god. XD
Thanks for the, eh, let's just call that advice, but I'm one of those Catholic kids. Gotta wait till I'm married, ya know? :)
I push my beliefs into Zim! LOL.
Khositas
Chapter 18
BWAHAHAHAHAHA hehe :D pound your innocence out of you...kinda disturbing...no very disturbing, but hilarious nether the less. Stealing people for a wedding eh? Well, it isn't really traditional, but definitely something Zim would do and in all truth, I approve greatly. In fact, when I get married (if i ever do)I will kidnap as many people as possible, including my husband.
Plus now that we got sparks (even if its sparks of rage rather than love)between Dib and Tak...and then Tine and Tip...°o°...XD YES I APPROVE!...wait it IS gunna be DaTr..RIGHT ಠ_ಠ
Oh btw three things..
i 3 Artemis Fowl and your writing so PLEASE USE YOUR ALMIGHTY POWER TO MAKE SUCH A STORY °3°!
Secondly, I can't vote...to many good story plots to choice from...how about all :D
And lastly...
NO ONE...AND I MEAN NO ONE LIKES GRETCHEN...sorry Gr-wait a minute, as much as this sounds cruel, I am not sorry. YOU DARE INTERFERE WITH DATR :/ ?
Okay im done ranting on and on for the day ;)
Everything about IZ is disturbing.
Except that beat-suit thing. That was just adorable.
1) Again, no plot whatsoever. Any ideas? XD
2) NO! VOTE!
3) . . . (goes to corner) ROFL!
Some of you might be wondering why Zim seems so keen on getting this marriage thing over with and . . . you know, with Gaz.
Besides the obvious, perverted reason.
Zim isn't telling Gaz something. Oooh, what could it be?
Tak will tell you in this chapter, so hang tight!
Enjoy!
Chapter 19
"Terms of Agreement"
Tak's foot tapped impatiently against the floor as Dib handed her a bag of ice.
She gingerly took it in her good hand, sighing in relief when the condensation didn't burn her. She placed it on her pained one, holding it securely and making herself ignore the pain.
"MiMi," she ordered, "Hold the ice pack."
MiMi did as she was told, sitting on Tak's lap, focusing on the task at hand. However her ears flicked out behind her, making it clear that just because she was doing something didn't mean she wasn't listening to what everyone else was doing.
"I suppose you have questions," Tak finally said. "And I have the answers. Since I'm going to be here a while I might as well tell you them so I can do everything in my power to take down Zim's empire."
"It's spread to Tokyo, by the way," Tip informed Dib, entering the room last with his sister. "I saw it on the news this morning."
For a moment Dib wondered where they had been but decided it didn't matter. This was their house, after all. They could do pretty much whatever they wanted and it was still none of his business.
"Dib," Gretchen said slowly, looking down at the floor. "There was something else on the news this morning . . . I don't know if you know, but . . ."
Dib became angry. "What, Gretchen?"
Tak growled in disgust when she flinched. Was this girl afraid of everyone?
She looked up at him. "Zim announced his marriage to Gaz was in a few days this morning."
Dib paled. "No . . .!"
Tak's eyes widened, snapping open. "Dib, is your sister a virgin?"
He rounded on her, stunned. "What the hell kind of a question is that? Of course she is!"
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you positive?"
"Why would it matter, Tak?" Tine asked politely.
MiMi's hand was replaced by Tak's on holding the ice pack. The SIR unit slid gracefully onto her master's chair, as if keeping it secured until Tak returned to reclaim it. Tak stood, pacing, muttering to herself in Irken again. Dib was really getting irritated by that but it was hardly her fault if English and Irken were like one language to her. But the way she said it made it seem like she was reciting something, remembering words from somewhere.
"Because," Tak finally said, addressing them. "If Zim hasn't mated with Gaz yet, then he's got no claim over her. If she wanted to, she could very well leave any time she likes. Which leaves the question; why is she staying with him?"
"What are you saying?" Zita demanded. "Gaz missed Zim! Of course she'd stay with him!"
"In a relationship outside of love, one always picks the relative over the lover," Tip said wisely. "It makes sense."
"Zim said he'd blow up the country," Dib growled, not liking where this was heading. "Gaz surrendered herself to Zim to keep us safe."
"What?" Tak scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. "An Irken never threatens a mate, especially if he's only courting her. It's completely vile and degrades the act in the first place! A female would never accept a mate who threatened her, it's demeaning."
"Even if he wasn't serious, Gaz didn't know that." Dib defended, glaring at her.
Tak rolled her eyes. "He'd have to have told her he wasn't serious, at some point. His PAK would force him to before she did what she was told, one way or another. Your little sister would've had to have known what she was doing when she was giving herself up."
Everyone froze.
Tak's mouth slowly curved into an arrogant smile of surprise. "Oh, I see. Well, it seems as though Gaz had quite a few secrets up her sleeve."
"You don't know anything, Tak!" Dib shouted at once. "Gaz wouldn't betray us! She was mad and hurt by what Zim did in not telling her!"
Tak snorted, eying him with disbelief. "She would get that mad just because he was protecting her? I figured your sister was smarter then you, Dib, but I didn't realize you were this dumb. Gaz, if what you've said repeatedly is correct, knew Zim better then anyone. She would've been able to impassively figure out that the reason Zim kept this from her was to protect her, like an Irken will always to for his mate. Regardless of what customs she knows, Zim would've been letting her know he was keeping her safe this whole time."
"That's impossible," Zita insisted, also not liking that everyone was jumping to conclusions about her friend. "He's never had direct contact with her."
"What about messages?" Tak questioned. "That e-mail you humans use. Does Gaz have a computer?"
"No," Dib insisted. "Just me."
"And have you received any messages since this started?" Tak pressed, seeing Dib still at the mention. "Ones you maybe couldn't read or were written in some sort of code?"
He paled.
"Let me see your computer," Tak ordered. "If not to prove me right, to prove me wrong."
Dib scowled, walking out of the room. "Fine! But you better apologize when you see Gaz didn't do anything wrong!"
Tak just snorted. Fat chance that was going to happen.
Dib returned to the room, showing her the screen-shot he'd taken of Zim's message. "There, look. Nothing, right?"
Tak eyed the screen, her human eyes readjusting to the momentarily foreign characters. MiMi shot to her shoulder, like she always did. Tak had programmed her to check everything she did, just in case she made a mistake. It had never happened but it was always nice to have back-up.
When she was done, she looked up at Dib. "I owe you no apology, Dib."
His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "What are you talking about, Tak?"
"Just what I mean, Dib." She smiled sweetly. "Your lovely little sister is a traitor!"
"This is weird," The woman informed Gaz as she took her measurements. "This is really weird."
Gaz glanced down. It was her, and three assistants, standing in the corner. Zim had left the room upon the woman's discomfort, stating that it was 'bad luck for the groom to see anything about the bride's dress before the wedding'. His brow had risen, but upon Gaz's shrug, he left the room to go do whatever it was Zim did.
Gaz glanced down at her. "You're telling me. I wake up being informed we're going out on a kidnapping spree. Not exactly how I imagine my day starting but certainly not the most boring of days."
The woman snorted, a slight accent in her voice. Zim literally looked up 'designer' with his computer and picked the most exclusive one he could find. "And I thought my relationship was off."
Gaz smirked. "You've got no idea."
The woman took the tap-measurer, wrapping it around Gaz's waist. "Don't hold your breath, or the dress won't fit when you put it on."
"I'm not," Gaz insisted, confused, a brow rising.
The woman looked up at her in disbelief. Then she shook her head, removing it. "What I wouldn't have given to have your figure when I was your age."
Gaz felt immediately embarrassed, looking down at her body.
The woman smiled at her, noticing this. "No need to be embarrassed, hun. Save the blushing for when your with your groom."
Gaz snorted. She wasn't particularly fond of this woman, but she was certainly entertaining. "I imagine you have some questions about that."
"Pencil!" The woman ordered, holding out her hand. One of her assistance jotting down information handed her one. Gaz eyed this all with slight intrigue, wondering how many people it took to make a wedding dress. "I was never one to pry, but, since you're offering-!" The woman looked up and smiled at her. "You're not being . . . forced, right? I mean, I know the news says he loves you and all, but I never relied on third-hand information."
"Third-hand?" Gaz thought, confused. The news was second-hand, not third. "How do you figure?"
"You get the second-hand from the cameras themselves and third-hand from the way the reports and talk-show hosts interpret and doctor the original footage." The woman explained, looking over the sketch. She frowned, gesturing to a few things. Then she went back to Gaz, "Lift your arms." Gaz did so at once, holding her arms straight above her head. "So, what's the deal between you and, uh, my Emperor."
"You seem comfortable talking to me," Gaz noted, avoiding her question to remain in control. She didn't like how casual this woman was being, even if it was amusing. "Why is that?"
"People trust people with looks and power," The woman replied, measuring her bust line. Once again her face twisted in slight envy, smirking a little after as she re-measured. It was slightly uncomfortable to Gaz but she ignored it. "And, it's just a girl thing. I know everyone says you're kind and terrifying at the same time, but we've got female intuition in common, whether you acknowledge it or not."
Gaz's eyes narrowed. So she knew she was dangerous and still didn't care. That just made her reckless and therefor stupid enough to be a threat, but not smart enough to act on it. "Mm."
"Now you answer my question. Hold your arms straight out." The woman continued measuring as Gaz did so, measuring from her shoulder to her fingertips with care. "How do you feel about this?"
Gaz smirked. "It's not a big deal to me. I knew it was going to happen eventually, I just didn't expect to be in this type of situation when it happened."
"You mean as an Empress to two countries and to the world?"
"Pretty much." Gaz agreed, her arms dropping as the woman backed away, towards the table with all the papers on it again, with her measurements and sizes. "Zim's an idiot, but I love him."
"Good to know," the woman replied. "It's against my policy to make dresses for unwilling brides."
Gaz just snorted.
"We're going to show you some fabrics," One of the assistants said eventually. "We're you edging towards a more traditional white dress, or something a bit different, like black?"
"White," Gaz said at once. Zim would probably feel robbed of the traditional Earth wedding. "No black or cream or anything like that."
"Old-fashioned gal," The woman noted. "Never would've pegged you for that kind of person."
"If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this right," Gaz replied bluntly. "No ballroom-gown kind of thing though. No way."
"Scratch Sketch 3," The woman ordered.
Gaz shivered as a breeze ran through the room. She was wearing only a white slip-dress and white underthings. These people would be working through the night, as Zim was going to provide everything they needed to make Gaz's dress to ensure its quick completion. Zim had scheduled the wedding the day after tomorrow. While Gaz knew why he wanted to get it done so quickly (alien men and their hormones) it was sort of hard to keep up with how quickly things were going. Dib wasn't going to be there, and who knew where her father was. It would just be her and Zim.
She could live with that. Gaz had never wanted a ceremonial wedding anyways.
"All done," the woman finally said, gesturing to the curtained off area. "You can go put your clothes back on in there."
Sighing with relief, Gaz walked over, nearly stripping as she went. Following instructions, the woman hit the buzzer Zim had shown her, to let him know when she was done with her. The kidnappings had taken most of the morning and the fitting and measurements the afternoon. It was around 3 now and upon dressing and leaving the area, the woman showed Gaz several sketches.
"Which one do you like best?" She asked.
Gaz glanced at the them. Eventually she pointed. "That one."
"Your fitting will be in the morning tomorrow, for final alterations." The woman said, removing her selection and placing it in a folder, discarding the rest of them into a trash-can. "Your fiancé will be here in a minute."
Gaz just nodded. As if on cue, the door opened, Zim entering the room.
He smiled at her, taking her hands in his. "Hello, love. How did your fitting go?"
Gaz noticed him shoot looks of suspicion over her shoulder, at the women behind her. She guessed they looked nervous, as a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. She rolled her eyes at his immaturity.
"It was fine," she insisted. "And don't call me 'love'. That's weird."
"Then I'll be sure to call you it all the more," he insisted, leading her out with a hand around her waist.
"Well then I'm going to call you something annoying." She retorted. "Since you have so many annoying nicknames for me. It's only fair."
"Oh?" He asked, opening the door for her. "And what did you have in mind?"
Gaz scowled at him. "I don't know, but whatever I come up with, I'm going to call you it every time you call me a stupid name."
"They're terms of endearment, not stupidity!" He insisted, shutting the door behind them. Out of the way of the prying eyes of the females, he took her in his arms, hand brushing gently across her jawline and leaning in close enough so that his breath mingled with hers. "Although I have different ways of showing my affection, if you don't approve of those compliments."
Gaz's breath caught in her throat, her eyes locking onto his and narrowing in confusion. "I thought you wanted to wait until we were married."
Zim chuckled, fingers tracing her jawline. "Oh, Gaz. Zim has recently become very aware we can actually go rather far without going 'all the way' as your species so crudely puts it."
"Third base," Gaz replied, snorting with a smirk. "Yeah, I know."
"Well then, since you're so knowledgeable." Zim said, backing her up against the wall. His mouth moved to her ear, breathing hot gasps into it and making her stiffen a bit. "Why don't we try a little experiment?"
"Because we've got all night to do that," Gaz replied, slipping out of his grasp playfully. "Right now, I wanna see this place."
Zim smirked, taking her by the hand and sighing. "Very well, come along. I will give you the grand tour. But first, nourishment!"
"It's called food, you know. Food, not nourishment." Gaz insisted as Zim took her hurriedly down the hallway.
Zim turned to look at her, still smirking. "Zim will call it what I want to!"
Gaz just rolled his eyes and continued smiling.
There had been a lot of yelling.
For a really long time.
MiMi had never looked so tense and unsure of herself, flicking between her master and anyone yelling, mainly Dib.
"Enough!" Tine finally shouted, silencing both Tak and Dib as she jumped to her feet. "Your disagreement isn't going to get us anywhere! If we want the real truth, we're going to have to ask Gaz herself."
"And how would you go about doing that, hmm?" Dib demanded. "In case you didn't notice, Tine, she's barricaded in an impenetrable fortress! How exactly are we supposed to get her out?"
"Ahem," Tak hissed, playing with a strand of her hair in her long nails. She had sat down and MiMi was once again holding the ice pack. "Just because I'm human doesn't mean I'm as incompetent as one! I've always been able to break into anything of Zim's. I was one of the top hackers in the academy. All I need is a place to work and your computer, Dib."
"Tak," Zita said nervously, addressing her directly for the first time. She forced herself to hold her ground as Tak turned the full force of her eyes on her, which were accompanied by MiMi's red ones (now that things had calmed she was able to focus better on who to target). "I was wondering about what you said earlier, about Gaz being a . . . virgin and all."
Dib made a face of disgust at speaking of his sister's virginity, but Tak's brow rose, intrigued, but suspicious. "Yes? What about it?"
"You said 'claim' and . . . well, I was just wondering what that meant, about her having her own choices like she does now." Zita finished, uncomfortably. Dib wasn't the only one feeling awkward about discussing this.
Tak made a face of contemplation, nail tracing her chin-line as she recalled the information.
"In Zim's mind, and in the eyes of the Irken Empire," She began. "When a couple mates, they effectively belong to one another. It's a sign of ownership that the body you were so 'connected' with is now a part of you as well. It's the sign of a complete, dominating partnership."
"Wait, is it ownership or partnership?" Tine asked, confused.
Tak sighed, trying to find the right words. "Effectively, it's both. It's rarely easy to tell which of the partners is the more dominating of the two, as that is normally something demonstrated in private. But on the outside, it's a very equal relationship."
"I think I know who's the dominating one," Dib growled, furious. "That's all Zim ever wanted from Gaz! To own her!"
Tak eyed his demonstration of fury. It seemed in her absence any self-righteous feelings had evaporated in favor of passionate fury. Intriguing. Unbeknown to her, a small smirk of pleasure appeared on her face as she turned away from him, back to Zita.
"Whatever Zim's motivations," She continued, serious once more. "He doesn't own her yet. Not even once they do this whole charade of a marriage, so Zim can be chivalrous and human-like about it. For an Irken male to have a creature as frightening and powerful as your sister, Dib, as a mate . . . it's considered a huge accomplishment, especially for someone as incompetent as he used to be."
"She's not his mate yet!" Dib shouted, frustrated, gripping the table painfully hard as he took deep, angry breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. Tak watched all this with interest, not quite sure why he was doing that. Anger, especially in this situation, often led to revenge. So then why was he fighting motivation like that?
Gretchen stood up, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Tak's brow rose. This was the second time today she'd done that and the repetitive action was starting to get annoying. Or maybe it was just Gretchen. It very well could've been both.
Tip and Tine shared looks, then smirks.
Time to play.
"Well since this is Dib's sister," Tip said, both turning away from the other and speaking seriously. "Dib should be in charge of a retrieval mission for her."
Tak's brow rose, turning to the children. She snorted. "Hardly. He knows nothing of Irken technology like myself."
"I know plenty, thanks," Dib retorted. "I hung around Zim for three years and saw more than my fair share of his technology."
"You don't know how to use it, though." Tak retorted. "It's your sister, Dib, and I care for her not. So, while I will be in charge of infiltrating the fortress, it'll be your job to locate her and to at least talk to her before the wedding."
Dib was surprised. He hadn't expected a compromise. "Um, okay . . . Thanks, I guess . . ."
Tak eyed him severely. She wasn't sure why she was being nice to this idiot boy. So she just shrugged his gratitude off, turning to leave. MiMi followed behind her, watching Tak hold the ice pack on her own again. To be honest Tak didn't quite know where she was going, but she needed to get the hell out the house for a while.
All this filthy human emotion was rubbing off on her.
Zim had, as promised, given Gaz a tour of the place only after he'd made her eat something. 'Made her eat something' being the key point as oddly, Gaz had lost her appetite even though she had eaten much in the morning either. Zim shot her wary looks throughout the tour, as if he expected her to drop at any second. In fact he'd even warned the tailors to see if she was feeling alright and to press the 'call' button if they thought otherwise.
But she seemed healthy as ever, if not a bit bored every once in a while. Still, it made him wary. By the time she'd fallen asleep on him and from when he, ahem, saw her when she woke up, that meant Gaz hadn't gotten much sleep either. He was worried about her. Zim decided he was probably going to have to keep a better eye on her. Hopefully whatever was in her system would leave, given enough time.
"And this," he said, leading her into the final room he was going to show her tonight. "Is the Observatory."
Gaz's eyes widened slightly. Anyone besides Zim would've missed it but at the movement of awe he smirked, pleased with himself, glad that he'd left this room for the last. This new Observatory was twice as large as the old one. Currently (as earlier this morning Skoodge had been instructed to turn it on and have it project the sky) it had a lovely view of the moon, stars and of course, in the distance, Planet Irk.
"I'm glad you like it," Zim informed her, not needing to hear the words. Her expression was enough.
Gaz shot him a look of slight irritation for reading her, but otherwise said nothing. She turned her attention back to the sky, folding her arms across her chest and just watching. All the view of the sky without having to actually be outside in the cold, November air. Zim watched Gaz's unreadable expression as she looked at the sky.
Somehow he just kind of knew she was thinking about her brother.
"Are you tired?" Zim asked her, in an attempt to remove that depressing topic from her mind.
Gaz blinked a few times, obviously being pulled out of some deep train of thought. She looked to Zim, shaking her head. "No. Why?"
"Because you need to eat again," he chuckled, smirking at her. "Aren't you supposed to know that? You're the human one!"
She scowled at him. "Shut up! And what if I'm not hungry?"
"Then I'll have Gir come force-feed you." Zim retorted, looking around as if he half-expected his SIR unit to drop from the ceiling. "Speaking of which, where has he been? I would've thought he'd be glued to your side after your absence."
"I don't know. I haven't seen him all day," Gaz replied, shrugging. "He must be playing with your little Skoodge-partner or whatever."
"Then I pity Skoodge," Zim joked, taking her hand. "Come on, I'm going to get food in you one way or another. You might at least pretend that you care enough about your health to eat at least three times today."
Gaz just rolled her eyes, but allowed it.
Dib sat outside, mostly unaffected by the cold. Thankfully, he'd had the sense to buy rather warm clothes and so he was bundled up in a jacket, over his trench-coat, which he realized he really needed to wash. He was staring up at the sky, wondering what his sister was doing.
Tak, from her second-story window, could see him, just sitting there, looking as relaxed as ever. She actually had been walking past it, pacing as she'd tried to figure out how Zim had gotten so strong in such a short amount of time, when she'd caught of MiMi, glaring at something that was moving on the ground below them. Pausing, Tak had looked out to see the annoying Dib, completely oblivious to her notice of him as he sat on a fallen tree.
Fool, Tak thought, eyes narrowing as she glanced at the computer, telling her how low the temperature was outside. Humans can't survive in these types of weather conditions.
Irritated at his stupidity, she threw the window open, silently.
"Are you trying to freeze yourself to death, or were you just going to sit out there until a couple of your limbs froze off?" She shouted down to him, shattering the peaceful silence of the night without a second thought.
Dib's head shot around to see Tak, looking at him boredly, a brow rising. Behind him he could see his computer screen lit up, but it was too far to tell what she was looking at.
He lifted his arms, showing her the sheer puffiness of the coat. "I'm fine. This thing is built for this kind of weather."
"Very well," Tak replied, straightening a bit. "But if you freeze to death, I'm not making any promises your body won't be strewn across the lawn for my own personal amusement afterwards."
Dib snorted, smirking at her, turning around more. "You wouldn't miss me after I was dead?"
She gave him a look of complete disbelief. "Not in the least. What action of mine has even hinted to you otherwise?"
"You're trying to tell me to get back in the house because it's cold. I thought you would've been thrilled at the possibility I might freeze to death out here. I wouldn't put it past you to even throw water at me, so I catch hypothermia." Dib insisted, growing all the more amused at this banter, oddly.
Tak glared at him. "You can die in any creative way you want on your own, Dib. But you're not my target (yet) so don't assume I'll have anything to do with your death until Zim is dead and I know for sure he's not coming back. However, if I simply witness your death on your own accord, I won't make any moves to stop it."
Dib was honestly surprised at her bluntness. He sat with both feet up on the log now, arms around them loosely, looking up at her. "So what, you're just going to stay up there and watch me to see if I die?" He smirked, tauntingly. "That's kind of creepy, Tak."
"Shut up! That's not what I meant!" Tak retorted, glaring at him, no trace of humor in her eyes.
"Does that mean I get to watch you back?" Dib continued, hoping to get a rise out of her.
In response Tak stood up, away from the window. He saw her mouth move, doubtless an order as MiMi reached up and slammed it shut, glaring at him one last time before shutting the curtains, blocking any view that Dib could've possibly had into her window. He smirked, looking down before turning back towards the sky. Then the smile wiped off his face.
Eh . . . Maybe he should go back inside.
This weather was making him think weird.
Just a little fluff to wet your taste buds.
I almost had a hard-core Gaz/Zim moment in here (that didn't go all the way, of course), but as you can see, I, or rather Gaz, decided she wasn't quite in the mood for a mid-morning tangle.
So yes. Sooon though, my pets, soon. Day after tomorrow is their wedding.
And what an eventful reception it will be! (evil snicker, because snickers are so much more adorable)
Daily Quote:
Me:
My theme song makes me want to go see a light show. ^_^
IN UR PANTS
Or be IN the light show! *_*
Friend:
OR the light show could be IN my pants
Me:
And . . . I could be in it-? OMG I GET IT
-Clever wordplay between my friend and I while messaging over facebook. I literally wrote this and began laughing for about an hour before logging onto fanfiction and posting this for you. A word-for-word play right there. Feel free to use that somehow if you can. XD
Till the next chapter!
