“She’s great, isn’t she?” Zim sighed, gazing after Wik like a love-sick idiot, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Skoodge gave him a surprised look. “Well… yeah, I suppose so…” He said uncertainly. Zim suddenly rounded on him; and even though he was smaller than Skoodge, after all their years spent training together Skoodge still found Zim rather intimidating. “Don’t be getting any ideas! She mine! Do you understand me? MINE!” Zim asserted. Skoodge backed away; he had no idea where this was coming from. “Okay, Zim! She’s yours! You don’t have to get upset.” He said, throwing his hands in the air in surrender. Zim looked pleased. “That’s right.” He said with a sharp, confirming nod.
Just a random little snippet my from story I felt like drawing out.
I like drawing Skoodge. He's oddly shaped.