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]

[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. ]