1/017: And if I lay her down to sleep; I look to science, her soul to keep.

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley is lounging about in GLaDOS's room, doing his best to try to keep the psychotic woman from murdering all of you her relaxed. As time consuming as a job like that is, he finds himself to be incredibly... well, lonely. Especially when your only company can barely keep a conversation with you because of the voices tormenting her mind. His voice sounds absolutely exhausted and out of breath. This guy hasn't slept in days...]

D-do you want to know what's really difficult?
Making friends.
And-and I don't mean those fair weather types you humans keep talking about. Wh-what are they called again? Acquaintances? Right right, that's it.

...I mean... well, actual friends. Don't know how you humans can have so many.

And...

[Give him a moment as he slowly inhales, to try to get a train of thought going. All he could think about was sleep...]

Would any of you know any... uh, suggestions... for helping people... wh-who might hear voices in their heads? Maybe? A friend of mine can't sleep and she's...she's... really, really having a hard time here.


GLaDOS:

/ACTION/

[He's sitting on the bed, raising his head to see her laying beside him. The man looks like death. His sunken eyes having a permanent purple tinted circle around them and he hadn't bothered to brush his hair in days. You're killing him, GLaDOS.]

I... I'm going to ask anyone... if maybe there's a way to help you.


Chell:

Uh... love? Love are you busy?
I could-could use your help here.
I-I don't suppose you've ever done any care taking?


CC:
Okay... I've thought about it! Long and hard! L-Let's make a deal.
You...stay away from me.

Comments

HEYYY. :'D

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS moved her gaze back to the journal, missing Wheatley's stirs. The words make her frown at Chell. ]

I'm not weird. [ she said childishly. ] What about me do you find weird? Because I assure you, you're delusional.

Re: HEYYY. :'D

[silentrunning]

[Chell however had noticed. If GLaDOS had been looking at her, she'd suddenly see Chell's eyes flick to Wheatley, as she wiggled her fingers at him in the semblance of a wave. But then she answered GLaDOS.]

You are weird. You're not acting like yourself. That could be though because of the cores in your head.

[But all the time she's been writing, her eyes have remained on Wheatley, so her writing may just look sloppier than usual.]

Re: HEYYY. :'D

[wheatdos]

[Extending his hands out, he stretched out his arms and groaned pleasantly. Ohhh, that was a good nap. But wait... he picked up the faint scent of ink and curled his nose unpleasantly. What was that smell? And... burnt food?

...?

He didn't pick up the warning signs of a certain little moustachey present, but when he raised his head to see the two of them not killing each other, he couldn't help but grin.]

Ah! There you two are! Good to see you both. Alive. Living... not-not killing each other... and- uh... n-not killing me. That-that's a plus too...

[He slurred his words, drowsy.]

[sawadeertoday]

GLaDOS followed Chell's glance and wave. ]

I don't think the cores-... [ Seeing Wheatley wake up, though, made her sentence trail off, her lips curling up in a smile despite herself. With the moustache, he looked even more moronic, and she held back a chuckle, reaching a hand out to smooth back his hair. ]

Yes, we're alive. Did you sleep well? [ she asked, unable to help that last bit sounding a bit flat. It was difficult to be jovial about something she was jealous about, but she tried. ] You still sound tired.

[silentrunning]

[Don't mind Chell, man. She's just sitting over here, snickering at your mustache. As soundlessly as she can make it but you do look hilarious... And she's proud of her handiwork. But nope. She sure won't be pointing that out to you any time soon.

But what she will do is write a message in her journal.]

Me? Kill her? Or you? Never.

[Though the thought of smacking GLaDOS for being so damnably stubborn had crossed her mind a couple of times. But then, that would be a pot calling a kettle black, wouldn't it.

She grins at Wheatley, glad to see he's slept well also.]

I'M LATE. I KNOW I'M SORRY.

[wheatdos]

I... uh, pretty well...

[The circles were still there, but he was looking much better. As GLaDOS smoothed his hair back, he hummed like a cat would, looking back at Chell. Wait. What? Wheatley squinted a bit, nose curling slightly at the mound of burnt food that was sitting on her plate.

What is that?

He was honestly going to come up with a clever remark about the sarcasm in her written words, but that ramen had stolen all of his attention.]

Uhhhhhhhh... wh-what is that.

IT'S OKAY <3

[sawadeertoday]

[ She chuckled at how such a simple thing could steal all his attention, giving him an amused glance, rubbing at an eye. ]

It's the mute lunatic's attempt at cooking. She was generous enough to give me the salvaged portion, thankfully...