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Hey so uh !! Just an announcement; This week is my last week of school for the year -- which, as always, means finals at every turn. I don’t have that many to study for, but the ones I DO have are very urgent and crucial to my grades. That, and with school ending, this year has been so horrible that i’m very emotionally and physically tired after finally getting it all over with. So this week is really just going to be me studying, and playing video games. I will be back this weekend, most likely on saturday or sunday. I also have some family issues that hopefully will not get in the way of me coming on as well, so theres also that. I’m  just a little too tired to write or draw things i see as quality.

                 the native tongue and voice are familiar, although her dipping                  in and out of consciousness makes it hard for her to grasp who                  it really is. at first, when her vision is blurred – she thinks it’s                 ZIM; struggling to get away until tenn comes into her vision and                  she haults. tak breathes hard as she finally reaches a calmer state.                  she finally begins to speak, although her words are low and weak.      

                            ❛ Invader Tenn – what are you DOING                                  here? eugh. it was ZIM. him and these                                 HUMANS. they managed to outsmart me. ❜

At first, she is hesitant to reply; the crippling shame of malfunctioning assistance units all less than half her size having destroyed her base of operations gripping hold of her tongue. Before revealing any kind of information to her fellow irken, she uses both of her two apposable third fingers on both hands to pop open the small medical kit. At it’s unpleasing  sudden noise as the box springs open, her antennas shoot upward, & she cringes; loud noises have always been the most unappealing enemy. 

& she kneels at the side of the wounded irken,  a small safety kit enclosed within her three fingers;  it is with honor that she fondly recalls whom now lays in pain, dirt & soil worsening the injuries they have gained from what appears to be a fatal crash landing -- or, an incident that most likely related to that catagory in some type of way. Though she had awaited the day the two might cross paths once again, it was not to her preferred preference that such would occur this way.

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