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Dib was going stir crazy, and although a great part of it was that he wanted to defy the boy's Alpha order, but unwillingly going cold turkey was not doing him any favors either. Dib scuffed his feet against the metal floor, with the blanket wrapped firmly around his body to keep the chill from nipping his skin further. He'd learned his lesson not to mess with the tools on the table.
But Dib wasn't stupid: the odd skin color, the lack of facial features, the missing wings, the highly advanced laser that had almost taken his hand off, the weird ointment that nearly immediately healed his flesh, the fact that he had crash landed and survived in his jerry-rigged spaceship that barely made it past the Earth's atmosphere, before hitting something that hadn't been detected by any nearby satellite.
Again Dib. Wasn't. Stupid.
But saying it out loud sounded stupid in his mind, as did anything he claimed was supernatural and REAL. But he couldn't deny it, that boy isn't a boy, in the human sense at the very least. Who knows what genders and secondary genders Aliens have? There could be a slew of other genders, they could have no genders at all, simply reproducing asexually or some other way that wasn't documented on Earth. However, it was an Alpha of that Dib was sure. The dominant scent that was put under such a meticulous and delicate pressure it was sharper than any old kitchen knife. More so the smell of want was unmistakable, and Dib's instincts were fighting his brain for control after that first whiff.
I have to figure out the loophole. I'm not going to just go along with what ever that thing plans to do to me.
But his body wouldn't comply to get up from his seat, which didn't make any SENSE! An Alpha order was absolute, but only until it was redacted with another order or simply taken away. But the order hadn't been to stay seated, it had been to stay in this room and not tamper with the tools again. There was no logic to why this was happening... then again.
"This is an alien Alpha Dib, for all you know he could be some prime Alpha or something just as ludicrous." Dib mumbles to himself, curling his toes in thought as he got so far as making them travel across the floor until they reached a physical barrier... a single black boot. Dib startles and looks up in alarm. Granted he's use to making the world disappear and escaping into his own when he was hyper focused but he's always been hypervigilant when it came to Alpha's the weariness beyond bone deep. This sneaky alien bastard.
But it seems the eyes he had looked at before were nothing but a lie, he must have been wearing contacts or something to try and fit in with society. They were a rather beautiful fushia pink though they made prisms like a dragonflies. Something altogether unexpectedly attractive in Dib's mind, and Dib squashes that thought under his metaphorical foot. Squinting in defiance at the alien holding him prisoner with whatever weird magical alien powers as an alpha. It was beyond insulting at this point how unfair this was.
"Alright Dib-beast. it's time for a more appropriate introduction." Zim huffs at the sudden glare Dib's sending him, Zim inwardly grins at the fire he sees in those orbs. Zim has always loved a challenge., "I am Irken Invader Zim, and I wish to court you, Dib."
Dib's face instantly contorts into confusion. "What?"
Zim scoffs, but sits on the table next to Dib, robotically taking off a long black glove. Dib marvels at the three dexterous fingers, what he had once thought were part of the glove were in fact actual sharp talon-like nails. But when they press against his neck, more specifically, against his scent gland, Dib freezes up, muscles straining toward the small scent gland he's discovered in Zim's wrist.
"You heard Zim. Zim is formally asking your permission to court you. Honestly Zim wouldn't have even threatened your incompetent parental unit had it not been needed to be 'official' in your Earthen terms. Zim does not care much for your Earth's backwards culture but Zim will digress, it's a backwater planet after all. Your people don't seem to realize they are on the brink of extinction, but the Irken Empire will change that quickly and show you hyuumans the light." Zim huffs, the black stalks of his lekku practically vibrating at the natural oil coming from Dib's neck. But restrains himself rather quickly when he realizes something.
Lifting his hand away and resting it instead on Dib's forehead, growling as the heat he had registered was confirmed "The Dib has a fever, you should have told Zim before hand Dirt-child."
Dib sways slightly at the scent and the buzzing voice, muscles finally relaxing, leaning into the hand that's cupping his head and now exploring his scalp through the locks of his hair.
"Computer bring me something to cure the Dumb Dib-beast, we can't have him getting sick and spreading germs about." Zim orders monotonous. Dib doesn't really remember much before he passes out, but he does recall leaning against the weirdo alien and feeling warm and safe... something he hasn't felt in a long time.