Oof I made this part in school so expect minor wtf let me read that again moments. Oh and Gir is actually the ZADR fangirls in disguise (by the way he acts >;) )
Zim paced the room, throwing death glares at his phone on the little table under the window. Dib had said to call him when he found his words and Zim did, but why was he finding to pick up that phone and dial the number? Even if Zim could do those simple actions, he found that he would not be able to speak, why? Well there was a lump in his throat of course. His face also was on fire and his hands fidgeted. Zim did not fully understand these feelings, he did remember hearing these were signs of human affection, but Zim was pretty sure he shared no affection for the human pig smelly, right?
"Hey master!" Gir walked into the room, holding a half empty van of Poop Cola. Zim turned, and grumbled
"What is it Gir?"
"I don't know." Replied Gir a playful grin plastered on the little robot's face. Zim rolled his eyes and went back to his thoughts. Gir scanned the room before his eyes rested on the phone. Quietly, Gir tiptoed to the phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper provided next to the phone.
"Oh hello Dib." Zim froze and turned to Gir, who had the phone held firmly to his head.
"No, Gir thats a-um-personal number!" Zim reached out for the phone, but Gir was faster and gently pushed away Zim while easily continuing his conversation.
"No, I called on my own." Gir chuckled before continuing "oooooh. That's cause master likes you." The likes you part was drawn out in a teasing manner. Zim froze, his face fully red, then out of instinct the irken rammed into the robot and slammed his hand onto the receiver, ending the call. (You know that button that ends the call, yeah he slammed his hand on that.)
Part 3 will be published probably right after this part ;)
