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paradisa2012-07-12 11:33 am
sawadeertoday) wrote in paradisa2012-07-12 11:33 am
test chamber 06 ;
[ Everyone but Wheatley ; dictated ]
I was wondering if anyone would guide me through the process of making tea.
If it makes any difference, black or green tea especially.
[ Wheatley ]
[ A few hours later, GLaDOS would be making said tea. The room was already ready; although she hadn't really changed it from its cold and clinical feel, it was something that they were both used to, anyway. Aperture. There was a small table set up, though, with two chairs and little tea saucers and plates, and a little radio in the middle that was playing classical music.
GLaDOS herself would be dressed primarily in blue, in a nice button-down fitting blouse with sleeves that reached her elbows and a knee-length black pencil skirt. Of course, she was wearing some nice shoes to match, no heels of course (even if she did think about them, she likely would have trouble walking in them). She didn't want to wish up the tea already made, instead opting to keep herself busy before the moron got there.
She was a little apprehensive, really. This set-up was ridiculous. She knew she was going to these lengths because he had been so considerate over the past week, where she had only been as nice as she could be, but still. Being kind didn't really come naturally after so many years of being a homicidal AI. It was a foreign concept, even if the friendship itself made her inexplicably happy. If only the tiny bit of data (well, self, now that she was human) that was Caroline could explain these dumb things. Instead of just making her feel them.
She let out a small, nervous sigh before writing in the filter and speaking. Hopefully, he had his journal on him. ]
Come up to my room as soon as you're free.
[ Now, to play the waiting game. She took the two tea cups that she had wished for (with blue designs on them, naturally) and finished the job, hoping he would come soon. Otherwise, the tea would get cold. ]
I was wondering if anyone would guide me through the process of making tea.
If it makes any difference, black or green tea especially.
[ Wheatley ]
[ A few hours later, GLaDOS would be making said tea. The room was already ready; although she hadn't really changed it from its cold and clinical feel, it was something that they were both used to, anyway. Aperture. There was a small table set up, though, with two chairs and little tea saucers and plates, and a little radio in the middle that was playing classical music.
GLaDOS herself would be dressed primarily in blue, in a nice button-down fitting blouse with sleeves that reached her elbows and a knee-length black pencil skirt. Of course, she was wearing some nice shoes to match, no heels of course (even if she did think about them, she likely would have trouble walking in them). She didn't want to wish up the tea already made, instead opting to keep herself busy before the moron got there.
She was a little apprehensive, really. This set-up was ridiculous. She knew she was going to these lengths because he had been so considerate over the past week, where she had only been as nice as she could be, but still. Being kind didn't really come naturally after so many years of being a homicidal AI. It was a foreign concept, even if the friendship itself made her inexplicably happy. If only the tiny bit of data (well, self, now that she was human) that was Caroline could explain these dumb things. Instead of just making her feel them.
She let out a small, nervous sigh before writing in the filter and speaking. Hopefully, he had his journal on him. ]
Come up to my room as soon as you're free.
[ Now, to play the waiting game. She took the two tea cups that she had wished for (with blue designs on them, naturally) and finished the job, hoping he would come soon. Otherwise, the tea would get cold. ]
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He shifts a little, crawling onto his bed and grabbing one of his pillows. He was too damn tired to do anything. It was in that moment, he realizes something that makes him whimper out loud. The damn pillows smelled like her too. He recognized it without any effort. The light vanilla scent stuck to everything in his room. His bed, his clothes, he didn't know how to escape it. Not like he truly wanted to.
Rolling off his bed, he walked up to his mirror, preparing to remove his tie, when he noticed something off in his reflection.
Oh.
His glasses.
He had left them at her apartment. He'd leave them there then. No use encountering her again if he really didn't need too. But... he needed his glasses. And he just wanted to see her. It took a while, but he had managed to convince himself that there'd be no casual talking involved, and it'd all be practical. So he tossed his tie onto his bed and decided to see her without it. Still wearing orange.
...
When he got to her apartment, he hesitated at her door. A lot. He did a considerable amount of second guessing, wondering if it was really a good idea to see her, and if he should have just cut his losses. His heart was beating, and after two minutes, he mustered enough confidence to knock on the door.]
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So when she heard the knock at her door, she begged internally that it wasn't him. Or actually, maybe she did want it to be him. But at the same time, she didn't want to see him. It was all so confusing.
So with great reluctance once more, she slid off of the bed and wiped at her eyes a final time before heading to the door, opening it just a crack.
Of course it had to be him. ]
What is it?
[ she finally managed, after trying to swallow down the golf ball in her throat. To no avail, of course. Her voice was shaking horrendously. ]
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I...uh. [ahem] I forgot my-- my glasses. In your room. On the table.
[He wasn't sure how she was going to react, but he certainly did not see that coming. He could hear it. If you were trying to be subtle about it, it wasn't working. He had to hold himself back just so he didn't build up a desire to reach for her and comfort her.]
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Giving him a small nod (she really didn't trust her voice, considering how it was acting up), she headed towards the table, picking up the glasses gently and returning to the door. GLaDOS would hesitate, running her thumbs over the frame before looking up at him and offering them. ]
Here. [ she barely managed, only able to think about how just the day before, he had come up to her door and they had greeted each other so cordially.
Now, it was back to normal. But not quite; she felt that she was still lost, unknowing how to act and how to feel. ]
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Why did you have to be his friend? Or so good at it. If GLaDOS sucked at being friends, this wouldn't have been anything significant. He put his Glasses on, adjusted the frames, and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to say something.
But he didn't.
So to spare the embarrassment, he walked off.]
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GLaDOS watched him walk off, not bothering to go back into her room and close the door until he would be out of sight. Where did humans even get the saying "out of sight, out of mind?" Because it wasn't true. Stupid humans. Even after Wheatley would turn a corner, GLaDOS lingered for a few seconds longer, unsure of what exactly she was waiting for. And so she eventually backed into her room, closing the door shut and heaving a silent sob. ]