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1/014: The moron is just too clever for his own good. [Dated 3 days after the truce.]
[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?]
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.]
I have to see you. Meet me outside in the back, love.
[Something a little weird about that?]
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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.]
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[ 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.
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[He hangs his head shamefully.]
I just. Okay... dancing isn't a science... got it.
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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. ]
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[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.]
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Maybe things just might get back to normal if they were motivated... ] Don't believe me?
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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.]
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[ Actually, it wasn't a trap. She was just hoping he'd take the information in hand and go dance somewhere else. ]
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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.]
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(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. ]
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I was... uh... well, you see... I-- well... okok... how's this, I was expecting, well... f-for you to...
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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. ]
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[He nods. A lot.]
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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. ]
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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??
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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. ]
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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?
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They weren't friends anymore, she forced herself to think. ]
One of my tests? [ she laughs a little. ] I am testing that science fact, considering I'm human and able, but besides that... no.
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[And at that... they begun. His dancing was much stiffer than usual. And there was a gap between them that Wheatley kept making if she tried to fill it.]
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I know even you're capable of doing much better than that. [ A slight frustration in her voice. She wants to dance properly, get motivated.
A tiny part of her likes it when they dance so close, too. But it was more for the science. ]
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[Looks like someone could use a little bit of insulting~]
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Don't tell me you suddenly lost your possibly only redeeming quality. I suppose I'll have to conclude that you're ... a moron.
[ Insulting brings out the best in people. ♥ ]
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Not a moron.
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[ GLaDOS is going to keep pushing at this, yes. ]
I suppose I'll just have to find a dancing partner who isn't stupid. Like you obviously are. [ She's going to slooooowly start taking her hand off of his shoulder... ]
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[Oh no you don't. He takes her hand and keeps it on his shoulder.]
I've got you love.
[He pulls her closer. Much closer. He's slowly blocking every memories that he can relate to her with. Excluding the terrible ones.]
I guess I wasn't myself for-for a moment there...
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