"See there?" A gloved finger extended upwards towards the sky, as if trying to poke it's infinite black depths; an impossible task. Amongst millions of winking white jewels sprawled against the dark curtain of night, there was only one being pointed at. To many other stargazers, that one dot might seem like....well, just a dot. Not to this particular observer though. "That's my home. Irk." Zim explained, returning his hand to it's original spot at his side. Dib nodded, hanging off of each word and letter that flowed from the other's mouth. On an ordinary Thursday night, the two adversaries would most likely be engaged in a ruthless battle, but not today. You see, even engrossed enemies such as this Irken/human duo need a break once in a while, and they preferred to spend their time staring at the sky once the sunlight had made itself scarce. It was the one time they could finally burry the hatchet before having to dig it up come next morn.
"What's it like flying up there?" The pale skinned one asked, pulling his coat tighter around himself to help somewhat shield himself from the frosty air biting through his clothes.
"Kind of boring actually." Zim replied with a slightly sly smile. He knew that deep down, he was amazed each time the sparkling tail of a comet happened to cross his path as he floated around in space. It just never seemed to get old. Dib glanced over at him with a spark of curiosity in his eyes.
"Really? Would you take me with you some time?" He asked as feelings of hope and excitement stirred in his belly. The other simply chuckled and placed his hands behind his head, not even giving the human a second look.
"In your dreams, pig smelly. Don't think I could trust you." Dib crossed his arms in disappointment. He found being turned down for an opportunity like this a bitter pill to swallow.
"I hate you." The boy mumbled and turned his attention back at the taunting stars. This only made Zim's grin grow wider.
"I know Dib-stink. I know."