♉ uUUHH, HEY zIM?
Who: Tavros Nitram | Invader Zim
What: Congratulations Tavros! You have a job?
When: After Zim heals from his fight with Equius
Where: Wherever Zim is
Warnings: PG to PG-13, covering my bases here, violence and swearing might occur, granted, inane irken swearing...
Status: In Progress
It's been a few days, not horribly long since Tavros had spoken to Zim. He had been told to leave him alone after he questioned earlier about help him with this 'assistant' thing. Tavros had not been sure why Zim was so forceful to not meet yet, after all, he seemed to really want Tavros as a helper for, well, whatever he was doing.
Tavros found himself a little bored today though, not finding anything to terribly interesting in the abandoned houses lately, and figured messaging Zim again may be a good idea. He whips out his communicator and sits down, still in the attic of one of the houses he had been searching in, Tinkerbull wandering around behind him, playing in the dust here and there.
uHH, hEY zIM,
iT'S tAVROS,
aRE YOU WANTING TO HAVE ME uHH,
aSSIST YOU YET?
oR ARE YOU STILL NOT WANTING ME TO, bUG YOU,
oR SOMETHING,
wHATEVER IT WAS THAT MADE YOU NOT WANT ME TO TALK TO YOU BEFORE
The text is quick and to the point, well for Tavros anyways, he tends to have a round about way of speaking. Hopefully Zim was feeling better now? Tavros lays back on the attic floor, putting his head back a bit to watch with an upside down view at his small lusus. He smiles, reaching out to push some dust near him in play, Tinkerbull hops away from it, stopping his tiny hooves on the ground in retort.
What: Congratulations Tavros! You have a job?
When: After Zim heals from his fight with Equius
Where: Wherever Zim is
Warnings: PG to PG-13, covering my bases here, violence and swearing might occur, granted, inane irken swearing...
Status: In Progress
It's been a few days, not horribly long since Tavros had spoken to Zim. He had been told to leave him alone after he questioned earlier about help him with this 'assistant' thing. Tavros had not been sure why Zim was so forceful to not meet yet, after all, he seemed to really want Tavros as a helper for, well, whatever he was doing.
Tavros found himself a little bored today though, not finding anything to terribly interesting in the abandoned houses lately, and figured messaging Zim again may be a good idea. He whips out his communicator and sits down, still in the attic of one of the houses he had been searching in, Tinkerbull wandering around behind him, playing in the dust here and there.
uHH, hEY zIM,
iT'S tAVROS,
aRE YOU WANTING TO HAVE ME uHH,
aSSIST YOU YET?
oR ARE YOU STILL NOT WANTING ME TO, bUG YOU,
oR SOMETHING,
wHATEVER IT WAS THAT MADE YOU NOT WANT ME TO TALK TO YOU BEFORE
The text is quick and to the point, well for Tavros anyways, he tends to have a round about way of speaking. Hopefully Zim was feeling better now? Tavros lays back on the attic floor, putting his head back a bit to watch with an upside down view at his small lusus. He smiles, reaching out to push some dust near him in play, Tinkerbull hops away from it, stopping his tiny hooves on the ground in retort.