Purple in Drag.
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It's a very, very slow day on the Massive, and so, Purple takes it upon himself to drop themselves off at another one of their conquered planets, Entertainia, to have some fun.
Red stayed behind, mainly because Rarl Kove advised that one of them had to stay and monitor the transmission, but around an hour of watching later and there being literally nothing, Rarl accompanied Red out into the planet to find something to keep the Tallest from blowing up something out of boredom.
They find a big club, a lot of the locals and travelling species all piled there, Red stood near the middle, as the small Entertainia native announced the next performer on the card.
“And, returning from her long voyage! Madame Anne Violet!” the crowd went roaring as soon as they heard the name.
Red was very confused but he was getting shoved about so he got pushed backwards, into the shadows. Which in hindsight, was the best case, as the performer who came out was a... Beautiful thing.
The tall form, the lanky torso, and she seemed to be of Irken decent because the green skin, the square, purple eyes and her feather decorated antennae was all that Red needed to be defectively attached to her.
“Damn, Purple's missing out on this.”
“My Tallest.” Rarl tapped at his side.
“What?”
“That is Tallest Purple.”
And Red's heart-thing raced...
“W-What?...”
He stared up at the stage, eyes locked on the performer as he only now saw the Irken behind the costume... And felt ashamed and infatuated with him all over again.
His mind pacing with a million thoughts at once.
“A pity she does not exist.”
“A shame he's not a defective.”
“The only Irken I'll ever love is Purple in drag...”
“There is no hope of denial from me.”
“From here on, I'll deflect.”
“The only Irken I'll ever love is Purple in drag.”
His mind focused back on the stage, Purple prancing about, cosmetics that elevated his height, waving to them all below.
“I don't know why I even came, this is really not my bag.”
“I didn't even mean to see my co-ruler in drag.”
“The moment he walked on the stage, my... antenna began to wag.”
“Wag like a little Vortian-pup for Purple in drag...”
Red made his way outside, back to the massive, his antennae pinned down at the sides of his head.
“My Tallest, I don't understand this sudden pull, from what I've known, you've always been an ‘independent Irken’, and you always seem to brag.”
Red looked away from Rarl, turning his head.
“But you've seem to become SIR Unit for Purple in drag.”
“I'd sign away my title, I would even give up the Massive... If I could spend the rest of my life with Purple in drag.”
Rarl was surprised by that response, truly, and on the way back to the Massive, talked reason into his impulsive thinking.
“My Tallest, do you not think you're being a bit too exaggerative? Come on now, giving up BEING a Tallest for Tallest Purple in that scandalous attire? Surely you are joking, what would Miyuki think of this? The Control Brains aswell?”
Red stayed quiet, entering the Massive and taking a seat on his hover throne, sighing and pulling his 2-fingered hands encased with gauntlets over his face.
“Just... Leave me alone for a bit, Rarl.”
Rarl left with the command, allowing Red to reflect and wallow.
“So if we stick him in a dress and he's the only Irken he'd procreate with, the only Irken he'd ANYTHING is Purple in drag.”
Rarl commented to himself, writing some things down.
Meanwhile with Red, staring out the Massive's window, seeing Purple, out of drag, walking towards the Massive, his chest tightened.
“I'll never see that Irken again, I bet he does it as a gag...”
He sighed, looking forward again.
“Guess I'll pine away, forevermore, for Purple in drag.”
Then Purple took a seat next to him as the doors to the Massive closed.
“Hey Red!! Did I miss anything?”
“Nothing... Nothing at all, Pur.”
“Did you have fun or did you stay here the whole time like a boring Vortian?”
“Then I guess I'm a boring Vortian.”
“Boooo!”
Red chuckled, his heart-thing still beating a bit faster whenever he looked Purple's way, he'd never noticed it did that till now.
“My Tallests, we have a incoming call, from Zim.”
“AAUUUUGH! Fineeeee put him on!”
Purple announced, Rarl nodding and turning the communication screen on while the other elites started directing the Massive into flight.
Red just stared blankly at the Irken next to him, a small smile showing on his face, completely deaf to Zim's nonsense.
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PaRr is literally Andrew in Drag, no one can tell me otherwise, so time to do my stupid stupid little thing of, make song fit ship, I did it with RadioMoth and The Winner Takes it all so I can do it with PaRr and Andrew in Drag.
