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?]

Comments

[sawadeertoday]

Trying?

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. ♥ ]

[wheatdos]

[He raises his head suddenly. He stops dancing... if you can call it that.]

Not a moron.

[sawadeertoday]

Really? You can't even dance properly.

[ 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... ]

[wheatdos]

Nononononono...

[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...

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS smirks in response; that was too easy... Although she felt a little flustered by how close they were suddenly (had they ever been so close the other times they danced?) she kept a calm façade. ]

Really? I could've sworn you were still a moron, [ she replied, keeping her eyes locked on his as she kept an almost possessive grip on his shoulder, beginning to dance. ]

[wheatdos]

Ah love... lovelovelove...

[He shakes his head and grins, still looking at her. Allll the eyecontact.]

Even you know that I'm not a moron. After all! You're the one who wanted me to prove it soooooo baaaad. I bet you're just embarrassed that I was right all along~

[He's speaking dramatically. As if she were desperate to prove him not a moron. Someone needs to be kiiiicccked.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She knew that would come back to bite her. GLaDOS held up her trademark smirk, though; this was a game of holding in any emotion that could possibly ruin her, and she wasn't about to lose. ]

I don't recall being so enthusiastic. Actually, I was hoping to embarrass you even more, what with your lack of talents. And you could barely think of anything.

How sad.

[wheatdos]

[Oooh. That was cutting. His grip on her becomes closer, a little uncomfortable. Though his voice is still really content though.]

...You just caught me off guard 'izzall. Couldn't think of anything on the spot.

[He spun around. He was raising his head up to breathe. He didn't want to smell the vanilla...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ The tighter grip does indeed make her a little uncomfortable, yet at the same time, her body registers it as .... secure?

So conflicted. Thankfully she's mostly recovered her ability to keep up her facade regardless. ]

Oh? Then how about now? [ she breathes, complying with the spin and then using her momentum to spin them both in the other direction. ]

[wheatdos]

[He stumbles again when she spins them.]

What are you doin-ooppgh!

[There he goes. He catches himself, but there, he buries his face into her hair, sharply inhaling the smell. He speaks... a little slower. His eyes are a little narrowed as well. Alllll the memories]

How...how-... can I? Dancing with you it's... what's the word? Hmm... oh, well... really, really uh, distracting.

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS also sort of halts when she feels his face in her hair, taking a sharp breath herself. She remembers all of the times he had done that during their week of friendship, albeit not by accident. ]

... What do you mean by that? [ She said, just a little softer than her regular voice. It was hard to notice. ]

[wheatdos]

[He wouldn't notice. He's trying to keep up with the steps that he had briefly fallen behind in.]

Well... for one...

[He changed the course of the dance.]

Can't forget I'm dancing with the woman who is trying to kill me, and vice versa. P-Pretty distracting. It puts a damper on my concentration, that's for sure.

[And another turn. GLaDOS probably is smart enough to tell that's not what he was meaning to say. His tone is slightly off, even if it's right...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS followed him when he changed course, stumbling a little and wincing from a particularly sharp pain in her back as she pulled herself up with the hand on his shoulder. ]

Hm, I guess it is when you're afraid of your dance partner. [ she would tease, looking up at him again. It didn't sound like that was what he wanted to say, but she gave him nothing more than a slightly inquiring look. ]

[wheatdos]

[He seems somewhat more relaxed, despite the fact she was teasing him.]

...Afraid???

[He is getting smoother with his movements... it's like their old dance all over again.]

If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't be here, love.

[He returns, teasing. He still is afraid of her sometimes...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She falls into the rhythm of the dance easily despite the lack of music to guide them. His movements are more fluid and easier to follow. ]

But then, logically speaking, I would never see your moronic face. [ she says in a mock-sad tone, as if she would miss him.

Of course she would, in the sense of not having a purpose here besides leaving (which seemed to be according to this dumb castle's whimsy, anyway) or testing (which would be difficult to manage in this body, and would it even be as gratifying?). Killing him had become her main motive, and where would she be without him? ] And I do need to have you around. Sometimes I need to appreciate how intelligent I am compared to you.

[wheatdos]

I suppose that... I don't mind having someone as small as you around either.

[He laughs to himself, as if he had achieved some kind of BUUURN achievement. He is enjoying himself. It's evident, though when he makes eye contact with her, he looks up so she can't see his face.]

Ei-either way, I will take that as a very... very backhanded sign that you don't um... hate me, as much as I think you do. Or thought you did. Which can be good and/or bad. Depending.

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS is a bit touchy about the whole height thing, so she rolls her eyes. But when he looks away, and says that ... ]

... Hmph. Of course I hate you. It would just be boring to stay in here without a good hobby of killing you.

[wheatdos]

How's that going? Unless you're going to kill me right now.
Which you obviously aren't.

[A pause. He clears his throat nervously.]

Ob...obviously.

[sawadeertoday]

Not right now. [ She wouldn't admit that she hadn't done much of anything between then and now. ] But I'm working on a lot of things. They might be familiar to you.

[wheatdos]

F-familiar?

[His steps get... clumsier.]

You're joking... you're not actually...n-not from there?

[sawadeertoday]

[ She notices, trying to avoid his feet. ]

Of course. Turrets, lasers... the works. [ She was in the middle of building a turret, but still, she wanted to give Wheatley a good scare. ]

[wheatdos]

[She'd probably be able to feel him go cold with fear. Even for GLaDOS he's considerably cold. He shivers and lowers his head. You succeeded in scaring him.]

W-Why do I dance with you...

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS felt rather satisfied with the way he so easily went cold, shivering a little despite herself from the sudden change. ]

You're the one who wanted to in the first place.

[wheatdos]

Actuaaaaallllyyyyy, you suggested it, love. I only agreed.... only agreed.

[Play it offff.]

[sawadeertoday]

You seemed way too eager, so I decided to be the bigger person and help you with your motivation issues.

[ She's totally telling the truth, even if it sounds like a lie. That's the sad thing. ]