We Don't Fight Fair // Closed rp with irken-invader-zim
"Interesting is putting things mildly" he scoffed. Straightening the voot out and getting them back on track. He exhaled a sigh of relief and wiped the nonexistant sweat from his brow.
Attention returned now to the human who looked like a scolded Schlorbeast. Studying closely while he wasnt looking at him. His withdrawn pale skin, the bags under his eyes. He looked malnurished alright. Almost pitifully so. He couldnt show off this creature in the state he was in..
After a few minutes of silence. The irken sighed. ” Fine, Here. Have a sammich. I WAS saving these for the ride home but ehh I cant have you dying on me before i can present you.. “
The alien pushed a button and the glove compartment type containment unit slid opened holding out a peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich with an irken sumbol ontop .. meaning it had been made with all irken ingredients..
It wasnt the life sustaining protein the humans body was crying out for but hey. It was something…
Zim took the snack from the compartment and held it out for the captive human to take a bite.
A sandwich. Dib looked over, his eyes widening; a sandwich would have been everything he could have asked for at that moment. "Present me." He whispered, watching what the Irken did. It did not exactly smell of what a human sandwich smelled like, but at least his stomach would be filled. The gloved hand reached out for Dib. He leaned in, taking a bite from it. It was tasty, a little too sweet, but alright; needless to say he'd prefer a bit of the alien's flesh. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt the need to dig his feet into the arm of the pilot. Chew, chew, then swallow. He looked at Zim. "Thank you." The young man said, taking another bite. "How long... mmhhh.. how long will we be flying?" He asked, keeping in mind that that sandwich might be the last thing he would eat until they'd arrive.
