Post by the_who on Nov 29, 2008 17:17:38 GMT -5
(random cuteness - cause Note hardly appears in BD3 so far, and I'm missin mah Note!)
He sat there, legs splayed, staring up, head tilted cutely to the side. His black eyes glimmered, and Zim suddenly had the urge to find a cookie and give it to the child. Note wasn't paying any attention to him, though - only the sheet music between his legs, humming the tune lightly, swaying side to side.
"Any reason why you have seated yourself in the middle of the kitchen?" Zim asked, and Note looked up sharply, but let out a shy smile, shrugging. Zim ruffled Note's hair, and the boy blushed a bit.
"Zim... stop it." he said bashfully, but didn't fight, only blushing deeper as he began to move in the direction of Zim's strokes. Zim smirked, kneeling beside him, and continued to comb his fingers through Note's jet hair.
The boy's fingers rose and found Zim's antennas, flicking them playfully. Zim poked Note's belly, who curled up at the touch, making a tiny sound of protest. Zim snickered, and stood again, drifting to the counters. "I suppose it's normal for humans to sit on dusty tile when there is furniture all about?" he asked, raising an antenna. "Or are you being foolish?"
"I don't know." Note said contently, rocking back and forth as he looked down at his sheet music again.
"What do you know?"
"That Gir's about to jump on your head again." And sure enough, Zim was sent running out of the room yelling in pain as Gir yanked his antennas.
"GIDDY UP!"
Note chuckled, and returned to his humming. "No place like home."
He sat there, legs splayed, staring up, head tilted cutely to the side. His black eyes glimmered, and Zim suddenly had the urge to find a cookie and give it to the child. Note wasn't paying any attention to him, though - only the sheet music between his legs, humming the tune lightly, swaying side to side.
"Any reason why you have seated yourself in the middle of the kitchen?" Zim asked, and Note looked up sharply, but let out a shy smile, shrugging. Zim ruffled Note's hair, and the boy blushed a bit.
"Zim... stop it." he said bashfully, but didn't fight, only blushing deeper as he began to move in the direction of Zim's strokes. Zim smirked, kneeling beside him, and continued to comb his fingers through Note's jet hair.
The boy's fingers rose and found Zim's antennas, flicking them playfully. Zim poked Note's belly, who curled up at the touch, making a tiny sound of protest. Zim snickered, and stood again, drifting to the counters. "I suppose it's normal for humans to sit on dusty tile when there is furniture all about?" he asked, raising an antenna. "Or are you being foolish?"
"I don't know." Note said contently, rocking back and forth as he looked down at his sheet music again.
"What do you know?"
"That Gir's about to jump on your head again." And sure enough, Zim was sent running out of the room yelling in pain as Gir yanked his antennas.
"GIDDY UP!"
Note chuckled, and returned to his humming. "No place like home."