complete dork

[mybackstory]

There is no way I'm that bad, and I'd be willin' to bet it's all just you and that friend of yours amusin' yourselves.

Like usual.

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[gunah]

I believe you. You can't be that bad unless you choose to be.

[mybackstory]

That'd be more sincere if you knew what I was talkin' about, but since I don't much want to get into that mess I'll just take it.

[Blunt, but truthful.]

[gunah]

You'll just take it? That's generous.

[mybackstory]

Easier than doin' somethin' like arguin' over the fact that you believed me on somethin' that was really a short sentence of me disagreein' on a subject of somethin' that wasn't really given.

Such as I could be disagreein' over the fact of them thinking I'm not as bad at expressin' certain things as they like to play out from time to time, or goin' along that same line that I'm not as bad at communicatin' my thoughts as they sometimes like to simply chat over with a friend.

So yeah, takin' it is a lot easier than all of that I did anyway.

[gunah]

Do you just like to talk? Or is it the sound of your own voice that you fancy.

[ A beat. ]

Neither is that bad.

[mybackstory]

Neither, but it appears you're pretty attached to assumin' things, which is just based off'a what I've seen so far.

I'm actually fond of the quiet, and havin' a good book to read.

Or just silence.

[gunah]

If so, why don't you allow more silence rather than use so many words to say so little?

[mybackstory]

[mybackstory]

Because I'm kinda tired of things bein' assumed, and either way it looks like this is goin' to be more irritanin' for me than anythin' else.

go on guess who this is

[spaceroach]

No I bet you're horrible.

too tired what is sleep

[mybackstory]

[Really.]

Havin' a bad day there, fella?

I HOPE YOU SLEPT

[spaceroach]

NO! I'm fine! Never better!

[Zim is always having a bad day]

MAYBE no, no.

[mybackstory]

You kinda don't sound like it. At all.

GO TO BED

[spaceroach]

I'M FINE! Don't get any of your gross concern on me, robot!

later, baking

[mybackstory]

Concern can't be gotten on anything, it's just a bunch of electrical impulses of data.

Unlike all that bacteria in the air, like right now.

PUT THE MEASURING SPOONS DOWN AND BACK AWAY

[spaceroach]

[THANKS Spine.

The sound Zim makes is like a mixture of a gasp and a horrified squeal.

And now you have one tiny alien trying to burrow under your swanky waistcoat]

almond chai cookies, already in the oven.

[mybackstory]

[That was a way more drastic reaction than he'd expected, and all he does is hold up hands and arms.

Well, The Jon had done worse. As much as this was just out right popping his personal space bubble this small guy couldn't do any harm to the clothing.


.. Right?]

Ain't one for germs and bacteria, I take it.

[dhil]

[Aaaaw. They have met one of you before, he was a very nice Spine. They don't think you're that bad.

They pat his shoulder reassuringly. See? You're a good person!]

[mybackstory]

[There's nothing bad at all, he gets himself across just fine.

He does get the meaning of the pat, so there's a grin.]

Thank you kindly.

[... No cowboy mode, please.]

[dhil]

[They're not bad enough to make Spine go full cowboy.

They bob their head, looking pleased that he took the silent compliment. But just to make sure he really feels good about himself, they're gonna give him some more.

Like pointing to that sweet hat, and then to their own head wear.

And making grand gestures.

You have a very nice hat sir.]

[mybackstory]

[Hopefully there are no sunsets around, or lights with any vague sunset color, so it should pass.

Encountering Mimes and others that don't speak have prepared him for this, and so he touches the brim of his hat with a slightly larger grin.]

Well thanks. I'm pretty attached to it myself, even if it's mostly for public appearences. Think it goes with the rest of the outfit. [You do not get away with a fedora if you aren't in some sort of a suit outfit.

Unless you are Indiana Jones.]

Tryin' to make sure I don't feel too bad about my mun's viewin' of me?

[dhil]

[It's nice to find someone that understands their gestures. They look thrilled to death about this.

It does go with the outfit, you look very nice, Spine. A very nice robot. They nod eagerly, just gesturing to him as a whole. You are very good looking!

Again they nod. They don't want you feeling bad about yourself, you are a good person after all. Good people shouldn't feel bad.]

[mybackstory]

[It comes in very handy sometimes, and it doesn't hurt he's fluent in Miming; might not fit the bill exactly, but it helps him catch the meanings at least.]

Well, it's supposed to help make me look good for shows and the like, compliment myp leasin' to the eye design and all, glad to know it works. [By his smile it's plain to see he has taken it as a compliment, even with his bit of a joke. bitter, bitter joke]

That's mighty nice of you to do. It doesn't hurt to try and help someone feelin' down get back up, even if it ain't always easy to do. Makes you a good person.

[dhil]

[They don't seem to realize it is a bitter joke. He is pleasing to the eye, they think he's very pretty. They look happy that he's accepted the compliment, bobbing their head again and looking just tickled pink.

They would like to think they are a good person, yes. They don't like seeing people unhappy after all, they almost kind of consider it their job to cheer people up.

They look bashful and hide their eyes for a moment, dark skin turning darker in a blush]

[mybackstory]

[Being spared from his own bitterness whenever it pops up is good, very good.

Oh no they're cute, and he can't help but chuckle a little at that bashfulness, like one might when something about someone else is found endearing. Low, a bit of steam huffed out. A good sound, not laughing at the other at all, but more amused with his own thoughts. Oh dear.]

You did a pretty good job with me, I can tell you that. My mood has improved.

Thank you.