1/018: Dancing isn't science!
[Wheatley sort of lingers on the main staircase of the castle, sitting down on the bottom step and turning the small invitation over and over again in his fingers. He's reading the words, repeatedly, trying to recognize anything about it. Was it a prank? Some joke? Perhaps someone trying to be nice and simply not being informed of his current predicament. Either way, he was feeling just the slightest bit jilted, taking it quite personally.
Flipping open his journal, he hesitates... tapping it with his free hand a few times as he decided what should be said.]
Um, quick question! Little question... nothing too big. Who sent these little things out? These... uh, little invitations. Well... that's uh... that's a sort of mean joke, if-if it is a joke. You know... Why would you- I mean whats the use on sending someone a masquerade invitation...
[A rather depressed sigh comes out of him. It's heavy, and much sadder than the usual upbeat guy that everyone always knew.]
...If they-- if they have no one to dance with...?
[He loved dancing. He really did. He loved it more than most things being himan had to offer. Someone sending this was a real kick in the face.]
Flipping open his journal, he hesitates... tapping it with his free hand a few times as he decided what should be said.]
Um, quick question! Little question... nothing too big. Who sent these little things out? These... uh, little invitations. Well... that's uh... that's a sort of mean joke, if-if it is a joke. You know... Why would you- I mean whats the use on sending someone a masquerade invitation...
[A rather depressed sigh comes out of him. It's heavy, and much sadder than the usual upbeat guy that everyone always knew.]
...If they-- if they have no one to dance with...?
[He loved dancing. He really did. He loved it more than most things being himan had to offer. Someone sending this was a real kick in the face.]
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No use trying to play it off like you do.
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[A pause as he considers this.]
...are you on a loss??
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Bet you thought I was a moron! What? Wheatley isn't SMART enough to figure it out on his own?
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...Well I'm not a moron! Even if you-you think I am.
You don't like me! Could have just told me. Didn't have to lead me on.
Didn't have to hear it from the drink mate.
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What did Edgeworth do?!
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[A whimper and he shuts the journal.]
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And that's been hard enough, but this? He doesn't even know what he's done wrong, and now it seems like he's going to lose another friend over it. Resolutely, he gets up and heads for Wheatley's room, hoping that perhaps he can straighten whatever this is out.
He'll be arriving there quite shortly, giving a tentative knock at the door when he does.]
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But, okay. He sighs and turns back around, because this is how much he cares about you Wheatley.]
BROS FOR LIFE OKAY. NO MATTER WHAT. ;n;
Wheatley was actually sitting in front of 219, legs crossed with his journal on his lap. He clearly didn't see Nick yet...]
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Wheat.
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Wh-what are you doing? Shouldn't you be around people you- you know, actually like?
[He frowned.]
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...look, what did Miles say to you, anyway?
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Wh-why should I tell you?
[Frowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.]
It just means next time that you won't tell him.
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I told him you took me on the Ferris wheel even though I didn't want to go, and I got upset and threw up! ...isn't that true?
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[Cue the dramatic point. Yes. AA at its finest.]
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[And Phoenix can point right back, dangit.]
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W-wait...
[He stares at him dumbly.]
H-hey! What???
[Slightly less aggressive...]
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[He grins a bit silly.]
S-so you don't think I'm an evil AI out to get you, then.
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[Smirk]
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[He grins. It's a joke. It's a joke.]
Ahaha! I'm just mussing with you! Just a joke!
Might have lost my 'cool' there for a moment!
[Wheatley leaned forward, holding his hand out for Nick to shake. A truce. Sort of.]