Whassa Lekku Do?
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Zim grunted, rubbing his lekku to put them back in order. With a sigh, he climbed out of his ship and dusted himself off when he set his feet onto the grass. He sneered at the green stuff and then sat, trying to think of a way to get back to Irk. He sighed and rubbed his cheek in irritation. "Sometimes I wonder why planets smell like this. Honestly, the Zim should not have to deal with this." He rubbed his cheek again and flicked his lekku forward.
"WOAH! An Alin!" Zim looked up at the small hooman. "Hi Mista Alin!" Zim tilted his head at the boy as he moved forward and sat in front of Zim's outstretched legs. "Mah name is Dib! Whas your name Mista Alin?"
"You can call me Zim Dib-hooman." Dib smiled widely at the alien then and crawled into his lap. Zim blinked down at him in confusion. "What are you doing, Dib-hooman?" The boy reached up just as Zim's hand placed itself on his small waist. The small and pale hand touch gently to the lekku that were hanging in front of the green face with red eyes.
"Whas this Zim?" Zim held back a purr when he began petting the antenna-like things. His clawed hands fought the urge to clamp down even as he leaned forward into the touch.
"That.... is a lekku." Dib widened his eyes, the action magnified behind the glasses he wore. He smiled then with a small blush.
"Whassa lekku do?" Zim twitched when the boy's hand closed around his lekku and moved up and down it.
"Nothing for you to know yet." Zim twitched again and bit his lip. "How old are you Dib-pet?"
"I'm nine!" Dib smiled broadly at that and continued to do as he was doing.
"Well then, Zim will not tell Dib-pet until Dib is at least sixteen in hooman years." Dib seemed to pout and Zim grinned at him. "It's not a kid thing to know, Dib-pet."
"Then how do you know Zim?"
"Zim is two hundred and seventy-three." Dib blushed in amazement. "Seven years Dib-pet and Zim will return. Okay?" Dib nodded as he got off of the alien. "Goodbye, Dib-pet." Dib waved goodbye then, smiling broadly at the nice alien.
--=--Seven Years Later--=--
"Dib-stink, you are invited to Zim's house for his fifth anniversary of coming to Earth." Dib raised an eyebrow and shrugged, walking with the alien.
"But you only got here four years ago." Zim continued though he sped up his pace until they were inside. In the past year the game slaver, Gaz, had gotten loving towards Gir who adored the girl so the house was empty. Zim sat on the couch, stretching his legs until the pads of his feet touched the other arm. "Where am I supposed to sit?" Zim grinned and gestured to his lap to which Dib blushed but did anyway. Sitting there, straddling the alien who looked down at him (he had somehow gotten taller than the hooman) and took off his wig. With his grin still in place, he flicked his lekku forward.
"Zim is two hundred and eighty today. Does Dib-pet want to wish me a happy birthday?" Dib's eyes widened at the age and narrowed at the idea.
"No way, Zim, not happening." A clawed hand captured his thin waist and he cupped his opponents chin with the other as he opened an eye a little more than the other.
"Did the Dib-pet not want to know what a lekku does seven years ago?" Dib's eyes widened as he looked at Zim, the memory sticking to him. "Zim believes the Dib said 'whassa lekku do?' Is the Zim correct?" Dib blinked in dazed confusion and then smooth skin pressed to his lips. His hand went up to pet at a lekku. "Does the Dib-pet understand now?" Dib merely nodded and kissed the alien again.
"Happy birthday, Mista Alin." Dib smiled widely as did Zim.