1/014: The moron is just too clever for his own good. [Dated 3 days after the truce.]

[wheatdos]

[Here GLaDOS. Have another letter from "Larry." While it doesn't exactly say it was from Larry, the handwriting is the same, and the scribbles are still there. It was slipped under your door, just waiting to be read in a little grey envelope.

As for that lovable moron, you haven't heard of him since the end of the truce. It was almost as if he was avoiding you. There was one time where you caught a glimpse of him in a hallway, but he quickly walked off in the other direction upon spotting you there.]

Enjoyed myself last time we met up. I've come to a conklconclusion.
I have to see you. Meet me outside in the back, love.

[Something a little weird about that?]

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[wheatdos]

[His eyes get slightly larger. Oh god did she just ask him to list them?]

Uhh... l-let's see.
Good at talking for one. I'd call myself a... social master, in the sense... master in... social...ology. Oh, and lifting things. Great at that. I can lift all sorts of things. Not too hard. Definitely... uhh... mmm...hmmmmm...

[He's stroking his chin in thought... hoping that she won't make him list more...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ .......... sigh It seemed that he was more inept than she thought. ]

Anything else other than mundane things that everyone does every single day? [ i am so sorry ]

[wheatdos]

Don't see you doing any of those, love.

[Awkward silence... He's quick to add:]

Oh...! Uh, I can follow really REALLY good directions! Good at that. Nothing to it... And dance. I can dance. But you knew that. Not everyone can do that. Thankyou Macey

[sawadeertoday]

I'm talking to you right now, you imbecile. [ Although she says that half-heartedly.

When he mentions the dancing, she lets out a little 'hmm'. ]

I suppose you do have that one thing going for you. You're acceptable at dancing. [ Thinking about dancing made her feel awkward again, though there was that one time they had danced and still exchanged their usual snark... that was nice, and less awkward to think about. ] Although you're hardly an expert.

[wheatdos]

Does it make you mad that I'm better than you?

[He takes his glasses out his pockets, and begins fiddling with the broken lenses.]

1/2

[sawadeertoday]

[ Snort. ]

Hardly. Besides, dancing isn't ...

actually 2/3

[sawadeertoday]

[ she trails off, not having quite realized what she said, but she had to finish anyway. ]

3/3

[sawadeertoday]

Dancing isn't science.

[wheatdos]

[He responds absentmindely, trying to see if he could save his glasses.]

Y-You sound like that bloke. The one with the booming voice.

[He paused. Wait. Why did he bring that up. Flood back the bad memories... He stops fiddling with his glasses, pretending to be occupied with them so he didn't have to look at her.]

[sawadeertoday]

........

[ If it was possible, that was one memory she would like to erase. Permanently. From both of their brains.

He didn't need to know about him. Cave Johnson. The name that inspired so much loathing from her, but a slight reverence still from a tiny part of her. ]

Don't bring him up. [ she would say lowly; she wasn't about to go into a fury again, considering her back hurt more than anything, but she was still visibly upset. ] He's the dumbest CEO alive. He didn't know science.

[wheatdos]

I...ok. My mistake. Won't happen again. Sorry. Sorrysorrysorry..

[He hangs his head shamefully.]

I just. Okay... dancing isn't a science... got it.

[sawadeertoday]

[ Despite the fact that they were enemies now, she would look considerably pleasant, relieved. ]

It isn't a science, no. And it isn't important at all. [ Although dancing with him was a lot of fun... no, stop thinking about it. Now she felt weird again. ] .........

Although there may be a correlation between the two. A simple science fact: Humans who exercise are more likely to be more motivated.

[ It was true, but she internally groaned at herself. Why was she trying to justify his stupidity? It was like that week all over again. She had to stop. ]

[wheatdos]

Ahhhhh.... motivating izzit?

[He narrows his eyes slightly... trying to understand.]

Are you... are you saying... that the more I danced... the more motivated I'd become... t-to kill you.

[He's just... staring... at her.]

[sawadeertoday]

Yes, in simple terms. [ Well, no point in trying to back out of that. Besides, she could just find a way to motivate herself from her horrible listless state when she was alone.

Maybe things just might get back to normal if they were motivated... ] Don't believe me?

[wheatdos]

[He looked up at the ceiling, thinking.]

Ehhhhhh....Not particularly, no. Not really. If I- if I must be honest.

[Is this a trap? You know how much this guy loved to dance... He takes a few steps closer to her.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ ... She notices how he's getting closer to her, watching him warily. ] You could look it up in a book. You seem to be capable of writing, so reading shouldn't be too difficult.

[ Actually, it wasn't a trap. She was just hoping he'd take the information in hand and go dance somewhere else. ]

[wheatdos]

[Oh. Well. He pretends to walk past her really awkwardly.]

Oh. You know, right! G-good idea. Better get on that. Gonna... gonna need to kill you in the morning. And- or maybe day after...eh...he.. right. Okay, gonna... gonna do that.

[He gives her a thumbs up, and nods.
dsjgfjgkxfg He's still standing there though.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS turns as he walks past her, not about to keep her back (her aching back ow) open. Even if she didn't believe he would try anything, it was good to be safe.

The way he awkwardly lingered and gave her a thumbs-up, though, made her sigh. ]

What is it? [ she would ask, trying to stand up as straight as possible. When he was nearby, she felt she had to be as tall as she could be. ]

[wheatdos]

[He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze.]

I was... uh... well, you see... I-- well... okok... how's this, I was expecting, well... f-for you to...

[sawadeertoday]

... [ She can't help but laugh. Seriously?

She would love to dance again.

Of course, she wouldn't show so much enthusiasm on the outside, besides that laugh and a slightly more pleasant look. ]

What, do you want to dance with me? [ Attempting a nonchalant look, although the smile tugging at her lips is decidedly more genuine. ]

[wheatdos]

Well... uh, now that's a thought. Since...you know, that you said that...

[He nods. A lot.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ It's difficult to stop herself from smiling wider, but she manages.

She extends a hand to him like he's done to her before, a signal that she was fine with this.

More than fine. But she wouldn't say that.

Besides, it was a science fact. This would help. She was certain of it. ]

[wheatdos]

[He stares at her, slightly blank. He wanted to dance with her, but she wasn't exactly expecting her to be okay with it. This is a trap. This is definitely a trap.

But he really liked to dance...

And so he took it. He took her hand and pulled her forward, towards him.]

I suppose it could be too late to ask, but... uh... Is this a trap??

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS let herself be pulled, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder as soon as she was close. ]

I'll be honest with you...

[ Insert a lengthy pause. Because GLaDOS is getting her revenge for that time with the tea. ]

It isn't. Besides, this way, we'll both be sufficiently motivated.

[ Hopefully. Please, let it go back to how it was. Feelings are difficult. ]

[wheatdos]

[He had a mini-heart attack when she didn't answer right away.

When she says it isn't he hangs his head forward in relief. He had almost unintentionally buried his face in her hair, but immediately straightened his neck in response. He had almost managed to push her hair out of his mind.

Don't think about it.]

Are...you sure this isn't another one of your tests?