Just because this dead-squirrel-haired girl here knew better, didn't mean that Zim was aware, or that he cared. He's supposed to blend in, not announce who and what he is to the world. Besides, it's pretty easy to spot an Irken Invader, and many planets knew the terrible, inevitable fate that would befall them once an Irken insurgent landed to scope out the terrain.
"Hey, you catch on quick." He still hated her gross, twitchy...human guts, but at least she knew her place. Zim's nasally voice reflected how pleasantly surprised he was, his lips parted to outline a darkly amused, toothy grin.
But then the amusement faded when a rock just flew at him! OUT OF NOWHERE! WHAT SORCERY WAS THIS? He took in a short gasp, his voice cracking as the expression of shock was vocalized. He didn't have time to react, thus it clocked him square in the face. His legs flew up in the air and he landed head-first.
"AGH!" He bounced once after hitting the ground, sitting up afterwards to rub at his head. Zim jumped to his feet with a frustrated growl, bearing his fanged jaws in a sneer. He looked around, whipping around in every which direction--it never occured to him that this hideous little bag of filth had anything to do with it.
"Whothrew that! Who dares hit the great Zim with a stupid ball of your smelly dirt!!" Again his voice was airy and scratchy, the enraged vehemence obvious. Other patrons of the city stared down curiously at the small alien and gave him wide girth, thinking his vicious outcries and aggressive, fist-shaking threats..well. Awkward and annoying.
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"Hey, you catch on quick." He still hated her gross, twitchy...human guts, but at least she knew her place. Zim's nasally voice reflected how pleasantly surprised he was, his lips parted to outline a darkly amused, toothy grin.
But then the amusement faded when a rock just flew at him! OUT OF NOWHERE! WHAT SORCERY WAS THIS? He took in a short gasp, his voice cracking as the expression of shock was vocalized. He didn't have time to react, thus it clocked him square in the face. His legs flew up in the air and he landed head-first.
"AGH!" He bounced once after hitting the ground, sitting up afterwards to rub at his head. Zim jumped to his feet with a frustrated growl, bearing his fanged jaws in a sneer. He looked around, whipping around in every which direction--it never occured to him that this hideous little bag of filth had anything to do with it.
"Who threw that! Who dares hit the great Zim with a stupid ball of your smelly dirt!!" Again his voice was airy and scratchy, the enraged vehemence obvious. Other patrons of the city stared down curiously at the small alien and gave him wide girth, thinking his vicious outcries and aggressive, fist-shaking threats..well. Awkward and annoying.