1/012: We are frienemies. [Dated back to a day before Larry's date kk]

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley and GLaDOS would be in the kitchen, conversing casually on the first day of their one week truce. That's right everyone, these two psychopaths are actually on a truce. Meaning that they are not going to kill each other or endanger any of the residents of Paradisa.

Wheatley and GlaDOS would be digging through one of the cabinets, looking for a pan... this place really needed to be labeled out. This truce wasn't even a forced one. Spirits would be content, and would even hold an air of amusement.]

"Hmmm... let's see- let's see. Gonna need a pan. Those are important, and... and some eggs. You need eggs to make eggs... oh and some of that... that yellow stuff."

"Of course you need eggs to make eggs, moron."

"Not a moron."

[She would bite back "moron"; that word came too easily. After searching through the cabinets, GLaDOS would eventually find some butter in the fridge, taking it out and offering it to Wheatley.]

"H-how about those little round cakes? Those can't be that difficult to make..."


[Shocked friends of GLaDOS and Wheatley, feel free to barge in on this and ask what the heck is going on!]

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[sawadeertoday]

[ She just wears this disgusted expression, frowning. ]

Good job. You pushed him at me, and now I'm going to have to deal with the disgusting fact that he will likely want to reproduce with me. [ She can't help but find it funny in a way, that a former AI had pushed a human towards another AI without any ideas of his intentions, though, so she covers her mouth, which curls up in a large, amused smile. ]

[wheatdos]

[He slouches a little. Oh so she knew.]

"Weeelllll. Could be worse.... Could be much much worse....

[He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck, nervously.]

"..Uh, so...ummm...how did you know?"

[sawadeertoday]

[ She uncovers her mouth after she makes sure her smile is under check and is less wide. ]

Well, from the way you were acting, it was easy to guess. Especially knowing about the letter. You probably helped him with it.

[ She looks over the wide amount of ingredients and tools littering the counters. ] I think we're about done.

[wheatdos]

"Yeah! Alright... so it says here we have to chop them up. No problem! Gonna get right on that."

[He gets the knife and starts chopping... then he thought about that..."You probably helped him with it.".]

"What... what makes y-you think I'd help him with that??"

[sawadeertoday]

[ She supposes she'll get started on burning a part of all of the pepper, so she grabs another knife to awkwardly chop the pepper that he wasn't currently on in half. ]

Well, who knows. He likely knew nothing about me, and you helped him fill in the blanks. [ To be honest, she wondered if Wheatley had written the letter, what with the idioticness of it all. ]

[wheatdos]

"..."

[He chuckles...]

"Ahhh, nonono. You know, I-if you say it like that, it sounds like I know you well. Which-- when I think about it, I don't. Nope! Not at all. You could be an axe murderer, or one of those polygamists... no wait that's not right... Eitherway! Wouldn't know the difference."

[He raises his head to look at her. Once he finishes chopping stuff up, he starts to make the pancake mix...]

"Admit it. Admit it. You don't know all that much about me neither."

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS snorts at his description. She supposed he really didn't know anything, but then again, there was not much to her.

When all that mattered was science, and nothing stupidly human. ]

I know enough. You were made to attach to me, to slow me down. You were the ID sphere.

[ By now, she put the half of the pepper in the pan and put it over the flame, having fiddled with the knobs until she found the proper one. ]

[1/2]

[wheatdos]

[oh... uh...]

[2/2]

[wheatdos]

[Just... gonna be quiet and crack open those eggs... in a really awkward silence.]

"..."

[sawadeertoday]

[ She hesitates as she lets the half of a pepper burn on the stove. ]

... But besides your primary function, I suppose I don't know anything else. [ she concedes, supposing friends were supposed to have more pleasant conversation. So she adds awkwardly: ] So... tell me about yourself.

[wheatdos]

[He raises his head, looking surprised. Okay, that caught him off guard. He looks a little... excited. Oh, god... he's always wanted to tell someon about himself.]

"W-wait... really?"

[sawadeertoday]

Don't make me say it again. [ she says, averting her eyes as she watched the pepper finally start burning, and she carefully lowered the flame level.

What had she just gotten herself into? ]

[wheatdos]

"Weeeeelllllll...."

[He sets the eggs down, and laughs, approaching her, all slow-like.]

"Wow... I neveeeeeer expected anyone to ever ask me this, you know. Just out of the blue. I wish I had a way to prepare before hand... but... about me.. about me... about me..."

[Are you really ready for this?]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She's kind of put on-edge by the way he suddenly laughs and approaches her, so she ends up looking at him, if only to keep an eye on him. ]

Go ahead. [ she urges casually, before turning off the stove to let the now burnt half of pepper cool off. ]

[wheatdos]

"Okay... Wellllllllllll.... I love tea for one. Ohhhhhh, that stuff is gooooooooood. Love it. Best thing that the humans made in my opinion. Aside from us, but you probably know that... black and green tea happen to be my favorite... I'll tell you what... if you ever want to try some, I'll be glad to give you some. You'll love it. Uhhh, what else? Hmmm....what else, what else, what else... Oh! I love to dance too... Ballroom, classical stuff... and maybe some tango. Never really got into the modern day stuff. It’s a bit... not for me. Tried it. Didn’t think much of it. Oh! and Classical music! Yehehes, classical music is definitely one of my favorites. Gotta love that. Most intellectuals do. There's this one in particular... Beethoven? He’s a real talented guy. Made all sorts of things. Really, I never knew that he could play all those instruments either. And then recorded them by himself. Impressive. Still don’t know how he did that.

On.. on uh, on my free time, When I’m not doing science... cause, you know, I do science a lot, I guess I love to read a good book. Read almost all the books. ‘Cept for the romance novels. Those aren’t particularly... interesting. Human romance, ugh. I’d rather die than read that. Vomit on a page s’what it is. Vomit on a page. Sometimes, I just go outside and lie on the grass and read the good books though. It’s really relaxing. Invigorating, allows me to really clear my mind when I wasn’t trying to kill you. You know, before this truce and all.

...

You know I really did enjoy that. Figuring out how I’d kill you. But I really am enjoying this more. I guess being your friend is something that I really... like doing. Being. Relatively new, but I think it still counts. I think I might miss it when this is all over and done with. Shouldn’t have told you that one, but, ehhh what can you do?
I’m a real builder too love. Bet you wouldn’t think that. You know... uh, with the crap turrets. Shouldn’t have mentioned those either. Just going to... push that back in the past... but! I’ve made loads of things. My core for one. Still working on that. Other stuff too... The castle’s giving me real difficulty with it. V’got my partner though. She’s really helpful with that, so... not as much of a problem.
What else... huh.

Oh! Favorite color! Favorite color’s blue. Right. Blue. Like me.”

[He takes a breath. Looks like he's going to continue-- STOP HIM.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS listens attentively as she removes the burnt pepper half from the pan and puts it on the counter, beginning to chop it carefully into little bits. It's not like there was anything else to do as she did these mindless tasks, she mused as she added them into the now nearly complete batter.

The friend comment piques her intrigue, though. How could he possibly mean that? Although he had done his share of damage, she had also tormented him, never letting up on degrading him as much as she could... it was just like the moron to not think logically about these things at all.

After the week was up, so was their friendship. It was just a pleasantry.

Yet she wondered if she would miss having such a chatty companion during times like these, where she would otherwise be silent and alone. ]

Hm. It seems like I didn't know much after all, [ she interrupts after his last comment about colors. ] And... we could try tea sometime.

[wheatdos]

"Yep. Sounds good."

[He continues to help, beating the eggs.]

"Uh... so um."

[He finished beating the eggs, and began working on the pancake batter.]

"What about you?"

[sawadeertoday]

[ She isn't quite sure how to describe herself, never having done so before. ]

Um...

[ She hesitates, leaning back on the counter, looking thoughtful. She would try and pick out ideas from his points. ]

I... don't really have a favorite food, although I've always wanted to try cake. I'm working on various projects while I'm here, but I'm not done any of them yet. I like... [ Cue her looking away. ] singing, sometimes. When things are going well.

When I'm not working on anything, I... stay in my room. I leave when I need to eat.

... I don't go outside. [ Her sentences are stilted, never having talked so extensively about herself before. ] ... and I'm not sure what my favorite color is.

[ She looks up at him. ]

It'd be easier if you asked, actually. [ She's not sure if she should say anything else. ]

[wheatdos]

"Oh... well! Let me tell you, you're really missing out!"

[He thinks.]

"After this. I'll take you out. We can go somewhere... I don't know too much about the city, but we can both figure it out."

[Really. This cooking thing seems to be going well... they were on a roll.]

"...Do you... uh... sing often?"

[sawadeertoday]

[ She hesitates at his offer. ] ... There are birds outside. And they're after me.

[ But maybe she would go, with enough coaxing. She keeps an eye on what he's doing, even though she doesn't know much more about cooking. ]

... Usually when I'm alone. I don't usually see a reason to start singing when I'm with people. [ Which she rarely is, in this castle. ]

[wheatdos]

"..."

[Uhhh...]

"Whatttt iffffff....What if... I block you. Theeeeeeeeeen... they- they won't see you!"

[He's starting to believe that they are actually after her... Oh wait a minute now...

"...Hmm... Well go on then. G-go on! I'm sure it's great."

[He wants you to sing...]

[sawadeertoday]

Well... [ If she looks too crippled because of her fear, she'll never be taken seriously or be feared by him, later. So she nods. ] I guess we'll give that a try.

And... alright. [ There would be a pause, where she shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of something to sing. Eventually, she decided to go with something she knew really well, and would start. Her voice didn't quite hit the same powerful notes as she was singing quieter, but it was more of a lullaby version of the song instead of an opera. ]

♪ Cara bel, cara mia bella!
Mia bambina, oh ciel!
Ché ella stima!
Ché ella stima!
O cara mia, addio!

♫ La mia bambina cara...
perché non passi lontana?
Sì, lontana da Scienza!
Cara, cara mia bambina...
Ah, mia bella!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia bambina!
Oh cara, cara mia... ♫

[wheatdos]

[Oh... wow.

Wow.

Wow...

To be honest, he never saw GLaDOS as much of a singer. Or anything that had to do with the arts at all, so he was prepared to make it through something that sounded like chalkboard scratches. He's taken a little aback when she actually sounds... really nice. Fantastic even. When she finishes, he claps. He speaks a bit softer, a little blown away.]

"Wow! That was actually... fantastic. You're a phenomenal singer. Y-you really are. I had no idea."

[sawadeertoday]

[ Even though she knew she wasn't a terrible singer, the praise... from him... is odd. She gives him a little awkward smile before her glance started moving about, to anything but him. ] ... Thank you.

It's hardly something to expect from someone like me. [ She shrugs, the small smile disappearing as quickly as it had came. She looks towards the batter. ] ... How is that going, by the way?

[wheatdos]

"Great. Perfect. Fine. Terrific."

[/cough...]

"All ready to go."

[Do you trust him? [Y/N]]