#gir gets a goth gf was not on my 2024 bingo card

[spceboyz]

cont. from ( x )

꩜ .ᐟ — GIR, without fail, was always inevitably at every local party and social gathering-- this holiday party included. the malfunctioning unit was surprisingly popular amongst the communities young adults, adorning him with quite the thriving social life. was he conscious of any of this? no, not really. he couldn't even tell you the names of any of these people, he was just there for a good time. and free pizza.

the robot-dog stared questioningly up at the mistletoe hanging in the doorway, tilting his head curiously as he tried to put his little dysfunctional brain-chip to the test by thinking up ways to get up there and eat it, before being approached by a tall, lanky woman in large platform heels. he turned to face her-- uncharacteristically silent as he tilted his head the other way, but chirped happily as he received the pat. before he could speak the woman was leaning down and planting a warm kiss atop his forehead, filling the unit with a sensation he had no name for.

" You a pretty lady, lady! " the lime-green robot dog chirped happily, stretching out his nubby-little arms by his sides. " What-that green thing up there? I wanna eat it. " GIR remarked rather casually, pointing up towards the mistletoe with his aforementioned arms-of-nub.