Poor attention-span

“-Anyways!” Zim clears his throat. He had probably been speaking before that and trying to get Dib’s attention, because he was pouting again. “That is beside the point! Zim thinks the kissing should commence now!” He practically shouts it, like a toddler about to have a temper-tantrum. Thank god his dad isn’t here- Dib probably couldn’t live through explaining this conversation to him later without combusting from embarrassment on top of the already existing frustration of Zim’s obvious alien-y-ness. “Well Dib thinks we should get back to the study-guide, otherwise ‘The Zim’ and ‘The Dib’ are both going to fail their math tests Thursday.” He smiles at his own joke, and grins even more when Zim groans and collapses dramatically over onto the table.