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1/015: Yellow, Orange and Blue. [Dated to early the 2nd day of Family reunion plot]
[Daytime was when GlaDOS and Wheatley finally came around, rowing to shore and crawling off of the boat that they had left themselves to float in through the night. Drowsily, Wheatley would help his spouse up and out, the two of them looking like a proper trainwreck...
And wheatley having some rather apparent and smeared black lipstick dappled all over his face...
And wheatley having some rather apparent and smeared black lipstick dappled all over his face...
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I can't wait! Are you excited? I'm excited!
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I'll remember that.
[He continues to dry up his hair, and reaches over GLaDOS for a comb while he calls after CC.]
Oh yeah! Definitely! We can take lots of pictures too! Cant forget those......Of terrifying things...
[They should take pictures now too...]
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Yes, pictures would be nice. We should take one of our future sand castle, too. [ She might also want to catch a picture of Wheatley doing something stupid... if only to keep for her own amusement. ]
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[[CC twirls around as she looks through stuff for her bathing suit. She's taking all the clothes out...]]
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[After that, Wheatley speaks in a tone softer than CC can hear. He's speaking under his breath, though GLaDOS may be able to catch his words...]
Didn't even take pictures of our bloody wedding...
[He sounds like he's beating himself up for not doing that...]
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There's always the next one, [ she said softly, putting the hair brush aside before going out to see the ruckus...
Oh lord. ]
What are you looking for?
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[[CC is standing in the middle of a mess...]]
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oh god what.]
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Okay. She can handle this. ]
Let me find it. You go see your father.
[ And she promptly starts picking up the mess, first. Because she is not leaving with the room like this. ]
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Daddy daddy! Are you almost done yet? Can we go now?
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[Wheatley would crouch a little so CC could climb his back.]
You know-you know... how would you feel about being a flower girl, love?
[He didn't know GLaDOS could hear him...]
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The mention of her being a flower girl... made GLaDOS stop for a second, thoughtful. CC wasn't there the last time they had gotten married. Maybe there really were a lot of people who missed it, who wanted to go.
Scary, but still, she couldn't back out now. ]
You're moving along awful fast. You haven't even proposed yet, [ she teased, finally finding the bathing suit in question. ]
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She can hear you! She can hear you!
[[Suddenly... she frowns.]]
Daddy is getting married? To who? You're married to mommy!
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You're joking...
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He's getting married to me again. Of course. [ she says. ] Do you need help putting this on or can you do it yourself?
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[[CC reaches for her bathing suit eagerly.]]
I can do it myself!
[[She's grinning... is that a grin like her father?]]
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That's right. The second one, that is...B-because we loved it so much... we decided to do it again. You didn't get to see it, so you get to see it!...Your mum and I.
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Yes, now you get to be a part of it.
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[[CC giggles as they leave.]]
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Washing his face was pointless... her lipstick likes to get everywhere.
He is slow to part with her, but when he does, he answers CC's question, calling out to her.]
Yes love... it'll be very soon.
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You'd better get to finding a ring then. [ she murmured, giving him a more innocent peck on the lips. Really, Wheatley. CC is nearby. ]
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How do you know I don't have one already?
[He murmured back.]
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[He did it again... he lets out a frustrated groan and pulls away a little.]
I messed up again...
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You make it sound like I'll kill you for this. [ WHICH YOU WILL, LATER................ ]
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