Dib, frowning: What are you doing?
Zim, pushing box tied up in cloth further into the room: Lunch.
Dib, raising an eyebrow: … what?
Zim, pushing it further in: I got you lunch. It’s lunch. For you to eat. It’s for you. Got it for you. It’s a lunch.
Dib, a bit tense: Uh, you already got me sandwiches for the whole week, I’m set.
Zim, retracting the PAK leg, antennae peeking over windowsill: The week is up, I know you’re all out of sandwiches.
Dib, sighing, trying to ignore the faster beating of his heart: Look, I don’t need this, I can feed myself.
Zim snorts loudly: Good joke, human. I know you. You suck at taking care of yourself.
Dib, miffed: Well I can! I’ll get my own food from now on, you don’t need to get me anything else.
Zim, peering over the windowsill at him: You got any monies left to buy food with?
Dib, biting his lips: ….no…
Zim, getting a PAK leg out to push lunch further into the room: Then for now this is all you have.
Dib, blushing will embarrassment: Look it doesn’t matter if I don’t have money right now, it’s happened before, I’ve dealt with it! I don’t need your offerings, I know you and I know you’re not doing this out of the goodness of your heart.
Zim, staring intensely at him: How can you be so sure?
Dib, raising eyebrows, almost offended: Zim! You don’t have a heart! You literally can’t do anything out of the goodness of it!
Zim, grumbling, antennae dropping: I’m… I don’t wanna fight you when you’re so weak you’re close to passing out just by climbing one of my machines. That’s no fun.
Dib, defensive: That was one time.
Zim: It was at least three times.
Dib, dismissive: Who cares? I still kick your ass every time! What kinda dumbass wants their enemy to become stronger when they can’t even beat them when they’re weak!
Zim, blushing, defensive: I am an Irken Invader, Dib! We’re a proud race! I’m not gonna be agreeing to fight a weaker version of a great adversary, where’s the glory in that?
Dib, chuckling: That’s an unexpectedly honorable take on it, considering how many times you didn’t hesitate to stab me in the back.
Zim, grunting: You always stabbed first. I was just making things even.
Dib, angry: Oh, so I’m the bad guy now! Well excuse me for not playing fair when THE FATE OF MY WHOLE PLANET RESTS ON ME STOPPING YOU BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!
Zim, hearing yelling and wanting to yell as well: HOW ARE YOU GONNA DO THAT IF YOU’RE CRUMBLING ON THE SPOT FOR LACK OF ENERGY?! GET THE STUPID FOOD AND SHUT UP, YOU FOOLISH HUMAN!!
Dib, sighing, glancing at the box on the floor: What is this really about, Zim? You know I’m not eating anything you dare lace with drugs, you know I have ways to detect it.
Zim, calming down: I know. I haven’t laced any of the food I’ve given you so far, did I?
Dib, lips pressed in distrust: What then? are you trying to fatten me up like a pig for the slaughter?
Zim, chuckling: Heh, maybe. I sure could go for some bacon right about now.
Dib, blushing, taken by surprise: Uh…you can’t eat meat, what… what?…
Zim, blushing also: There’s such a thing as candied bacon.
Dib, eyebrows raised: Wait, there is?
Zim, smiling: Yeah, found a recipe for it the other day.
Dib, sneaking a look at the box: I…is there candied bacon in there?
Zim just chuckles once more and leaves, scaling up the building walls and leaving through the rooftops.
Dib, staring at the box again:….👀
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