"Yeah. So there." He stuck his worm of a tongue out at her in a childish manner, his arms folding across his chest as he straightened his back, drawing himself up to his full height as though to establish his authority.
However, when she reached for his wig, Zim suddenly became defensive. His brows furrowed and his lips suddenly curved into a disapproving sneer/frown. His arms unfolded and flailed towards hers to knock the hands away. And he was, of course, conscious of the fact that even through gloves, his two clawed fingers were still dangerous..and that would give him away. Which was bad.
"Hey, heeeeey!" He started with a grunt of a whine, what one would expect when one's mother was licking her thumb to wipe off a spot in front of said child's friends. "WHAT are you doing!? Get away from my hair!" But then it shifted to something more incredulous with a grunt thrown in between statements. He finished off with a throaty and defensive tone--my, how expressive this alien is. "I spent hours to get it perfect! Perfect, I say!" His voice cracked as he described how long it took as the pitch to his voice fluctuated and rose as if to seal truth into what he said, before it was finally throaty again, almost demanding that she believe how perfect it really was. Cause. Well. Let's face it, his hair is AMAZING. Yeah, you're jealous. He could see how jealous she was.
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However, when she reached for his wig, Zim suddenly became defensive. His brows furrowed and his lips suddenly curved into a disapproving sneer/frown. His arms unfolded and flailed towards hers to knock the hands away. And he was, of course, conscious of the fact that even through gloves, his two clawed fingers were still dangerous..and that would give him away. Which was bad.
"Hey, heeeeey!" He started with a grunt of a whine, what one would expect when one's mother was licking her thumb to wipe off a spot in front of said child's friends. "WHAT are you doing!? Get away from my hair!" But then it shifted to something more incredulous with a grunt thrown in between statements. He finished off with a throaty and defensive tone--my, how expressive this alien is. "I spent hours to get it perfect! Perfect, I say!" His voice cracked as he described how long it took as the pitch to his voice fluctuated and rose as if to seal truth into what he said, before it was finally throaty again, almost demanding that she believe how perfect it really was. Cause. Well. Let's face it, his hair is AMAZING. Yeah, you're jealous. He could see how jealous she was.