Drake: And don’t think about messing with her! *pokes at Zemi* She was an awesome fighter in her prime days!
DW: *hooks her arm around Zemi’s arm and pulls him in the kitchen*
DW: *grabs Drake by the collar*
Drake: HEY! I was defending you!
DW: *don’t need no defense – shakes her booty*
Zemi: So she doesn’t talk? But you understood her?
Drake: There are other ways of communicating, you dumb fossil. *makes the gestures* And she can read your lips moving. You talk too much anyhow.
Zemi: Do I? *looks at DW*
DW: *adores Zemi* <: *and shakes her head*
DW: *hugs Zemi*
Zemi: She said I was charming and a gentleman? *rubs his head and looks at DW* Did I miss something?
DW: <: *points to her ear*
Drake: *mutters* She has… limitations… like me. I can’t hear mindspeak. She has trouble hearing normal sound. *growls at Zemi* But she’s perfect! Only I would choose a superior Earthwoman!
Zemi: Uh… sure? I didn’t say anything was wrong!
Drake: *grumbles* She’s upset that we aren’t eating at the table.
Zemi: Are you the lady of the house? I am Zemi Dreigiau. *bows to her* And I must say that your cooking smells incredible.
DW: ^_^ *makes a happy sound as she claps her hands together, then gestures to Drake*
Drake: What? He is certainly not charming, nor a gentleman!
DW: >: O *upset look at Drake*
Drake: <: O
DW: *comes in with an annoyed look and tosses Drake a plate, which he catches*
DW: *starts making gestures*
DW… which is short for “Drake’s Wife.” Because even after all these years, she still doesn’t have a name…
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