1/021: And you can lean with it.

[wheatdos]

[Nothing like some music to go with your day.

Go on Paradisa; it will certainly be a sight to see all of the preparations that are being made for the queen, surely. The sights, the smells, the new people... but there was one thing that would probably cut right through your little observation fest. It'd be hard to do whatever you were doing without hearing a distant drone of a particular beat, echoing down the halls.

God forbid you be near it's source.

THIS IS BEING PLAYED EXCEPTIONALLY LOUD.

.

And by exceptionally, it was really loud.
Obnoxiously loud.
Find all the synonyms for "really" and put it before loud and you'd get how loud he was.
The kind worth covering your ears to to keep your ears from bursting.

Cue Wheatley, walking in, a boombox balancing perfectly on his shoulder as he grinned a row of diamond plated teeth.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.
He's singing right along too.

It's best if someone tells him to turn it down.]




Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

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[takethat]

I have never been drunk a day in my life, and I plan to keep it that way!

[But nevertheless, he is dragged out of the castle.]

[wheatdos]

You missin' out, man.
Look it me. Happy as a mo'fucka.

[And out into the townnnnnnn... he's showing no sign of stopping.]

[takethat]

You're going to wrinkle my suit.

[Scowling all the while.]

And you expect me to believe that your penchant for drinking has netted you a perfect significant other, hm?

[wheatdos]

Yeh.
Got me my sweet honey Gladdy.

[Because assuming that fof!Nick knows fof!Glados.]

[takethat]

...of course. She's very... easily impressed, so I suppose that makes sense.

[wheatdos]

An' fine as hell.

[Still dragging him along-- he picks up the pace once he reaches outside the castle grounds. He'd probably realize very easily that 'Fooley' was taking him to town.]

Gotta admit that, righ'?

[takethat]

Are you asking me to tell you whether or not your significant other is attractive?

["Foolnix" is having none of that okay.]

[wheatdos]

Hell yeah, man.
If she wasn't mine, I would'a def' tried to get a piece a' that.
Don't tell me you don't want it.

[takethat]

....





I don't want it.

[wheatdos]

You serious?

[takethat]

Well, I mean no insult to her, of course, but... I am serious.

[wheatdos]

...

...

...

[He pauses for a moment.]

Aw man... I din' know you was into dudes.
Man, sorry bro. I was jus' out here assumin'.
Ey. I don't judge, alrigh'?

[Because if you don't think that fof!glados is the sexiest thing in the universe, you have to like dudes.]

omg i'm crying

[takethat]

[He blanches at that, caught off-guard and sputtering.]

"Into"--I'm not--I assure you that I have no interest whatsoever in being involved with men!

wheat don't judge... versus real wheatley who judges everyoneeeee.

[wheatdos]

...

[He gives a half nod.

He looks at Nick rather slowly, his mind veering off in a terrible direction. He's not one of those freaks who are into weird things... like necrophilia or something.

His eyes get a little wide. It's obvious what he's thinking.]

Now, I don't know nothin' about none a' that freaky stuff, bro.

[takethat]

...neither do I. So please stop assuming such things about me.

[He straightens his tie, all affronted and indignant.]

If you must know, I have enjoyed the company of women in the past. I am simply not one to find attractive a woman who is already spoken for.

[wheatdos]

Aha. I got you.

[He grins, giving him a thumbs up.]

I got the perfect place fo' you, yo. None a' these honies are taken.
Yo, close yo' eyes. Nice an' tight. No peekin'

[takethat]

Must I?

[He does it anyway, but not without rolling them first.]