PARR-Group

On the Massive… Purple hit a button on the main console, effectively cutting off that endlessly irritating transmission, which had lasted far too long for his liking. His antennae were still twitching in annoyance, despite the small consolation prize that the end of the conversation had brought him. There was a part of him that was still incredulous at the fact that Zim had tried to bribe him, but after all the request had given him the opportunity to pull yet another fast one on the Defective. Of course he could have easily ordered the shorter Irken to send him the daily dose of snacks, of any kind, that the Invader had promised him in

On the Massive… Purple glared hard at the planet around which the flagship of the Irken Armada was orbiting in the moment, wishing that scowling at it would have been enough to make that stupid ball of soil explode. Well, perhaps not really explode, but burn a little bit, so that it could feel how much he despised it. And so that Red, who was currently planet-side, could be aware of how much he disliked him in that moment too. Even if the jerk most likely knew already. His companion had left him on the ship, to take care of some boring useless bureaucracy, while he had teleported down to have some fun supervising the production and kick

It had all started with a toxic-waffles-flavoured accident, followed by a radioactive coincidence that had led to the current situation, which in turn was the fruit of said random mix of events. Zim’s first impulse, when the transmission was accepted, had been to call out for his leaders, to make his presence known to them, since the two had their backs to the screen and had seemed unaware of the fact that he was there. However, before he could open his mouth, he had heard Purple asking out aloud, in a tone that sounded thoughtful: “How do you think he’ll take it?” That had been enough to make the shorter alien pause.

The trip back to Zim’s base was silent and much quicker than journey up to space, since this time the alien pushed the ship engines as much as it was advisable. Once again the Invader kept his eyes anywhere but on Dib and this time the human did the same. The residual awkwardness left behind by the kiss was still lingering between them and ignoring each other was the best way to avoid acknowledging it. Their eyes met again only once the teen was outside the weird house and he turned around to face the alien, feeling like he needed to say something before he left. “Thanks for…uh, taking me to space. It’s been nice. Asid