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“WE WENT TO THE ACADEMY TOGETHER. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?” // red

“And you never gave me ANY lunch money!”

The dress was long enough to cover the important parts but it still revealed more than she was comfortable with. Bair arms, bair legs, not even gloves! Thank Irk she was allowed shorts, but only because it was a casual setting. Tenn felt way too exposed to be seen publicly but that was part of the job. It was assigned to her by the irken empire and it was required of her to play her role to contribute in their society. Keep the soldiers happy, keep morale high. 

It was a small crowd and most of the party members were too absorbed in watching the wide screen and placing bets to look her way. But the ones that did made her spooch flip. Her outfit stood out from the common irken uniform with the sole purpose of drawing attention. There were a few in her division beside her that shared the same amount of self consciousness, but others have already adapted and don't appear to be put off by what they were wearing. 

Their branch hadn’t graduated from training but that didn't mean they were inexperienced. Tenn's nervousness in the field had nothing to do with her performance in what really mattered. She simply didn't like to stand out like a prop on display.

They were sent out for socialization training- mingle without awkwardness. It was already difficult enough for her as is, but it was made worse with the presents of their tallest. 

Tenn antennas flattened in cowardness as their superior in charge shot her a stern look and prodded her in the direction she least wanted to go. After a second prod, she knew there would be unpleasant consequences if she disobeyed. It was time to bite the bullet.

@laserdonuts

Ahh, he’d never get tired of space tourists and their questions. Or, people asking him questions in general. Lilac WAS a bit strange.

Without skipping a beat, (aside from finishing a sip of his coffee) Venomous huffs through his nose in a laugh. 

A dentist? How funny.

“Why? Are you looking for someone to help you with your braces?”

     Several explosions could be heard from the invader’s end of the call as he frantically ran back and forth, trying to contain what appeared to be a hoarse malfunctioning robotic bees, some of which were covered in a thick, golden substance. Every once in a while GIR could be seen running back and forth as well, a half empty jar labeled “honey” in his hands as unintelligible screaming erupted from both the robot and the panicked invader. These antics continued for a few more minutes until a final explosion was heard, the screen filling almost entirely with smoke and debris until Zim managed to crawl out of the disaster, covered in soot and miscellaneous robot parts- presumably the remains of the bees. He blinked, staring wide eyed at the screen in front of him as if he’d just noticed it’s presence. He remained in this position for a few moments before shrieking- “COMPUTER! How long have have we been broadcasting to the Tallest?”

“I don’t know.” Came the immediate, apathetic response.