1/23 Fun Times at Paradisa High

[wheatdos]

[The first thing he noticed upon awakening was a distinct feeling of grogginess, which was odd since he didn't get groggy. Primarily because he also didn't sleep much. He didn't exactly need it.

There were times, however, when his physical brain needed to rest and dream. Last night had been one of those times and, late into the evening, Hank had eventually powered down.

Dazed, he had yet to notice how... odd he felt. Nor did he notice the figure lying next to him.]


ooc: loss time

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[wheatdos]

[That snaps Hank out of it and he buries his face in his hands.]

Shut up! I need to... t-to think.

[This was sooo bad.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She huffs. ]

Something you're not very good at, apparently.

[ she retorted as she puttered about, picking out things for a coffee for her as well. ]

[wheatdos]

[He'll do his best to ignore her for now.]

If I'm here... then that means...

...Oh shit.

[Congrats Paradisa, you got him to use a heavy swear!]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She'll come back in a few minutes, two mugs in her hands, and she offers one over. ]

Tell me what's wrong with you. [ she says, a little sharply. She doesn't suspect this to be anyone other than the moron- after all, body swaps were completely ridiculous- and so she just figured something was up. ]

[wheatdos]

[He simply growls at the offer and stands up to frantically look for some clothes.]

Need to find him...

[sawadeertoday]

[ Oh, this is enough. She puts the mugs down on the night table and reaches to grab his arm, gripping tight. ]

Who are you looking for? Is it Hank?

[ Oh yeah, right. She's been suspicious about the whole 'them working together' thing. ]

[wheatdos]

[Something cold flashes in his eyes for a fraction of a second when she grabs him.]

...what?

[It disappears as soon as she mentions, well, him.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ It makes her shiver, bare toes curling under orange pajama pants. ]

Stop playing dumb.

[wheatdos]

No, really.

What?

[Dammit Wheatley, how much did you tell her?!]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She frowns. ]

What do you mean, what? It's obvious. You're still working for him. You're not exactly discreet, you know.

[ Keeping a firm grip on your arm and pulling you closer. Yup. ]

[wheatdos]

[He frowns right back.]

What of it?

[Resists a little. He can't decide if he should go find Wheatley or probe for more info...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She huffs. ]

Just what is he making you do?

[wheatdos]

[Nothing uber important, thank goodnes...]

You're the big expert. You tell me.

[sawadeertoday]

[ The lack of his natural anxious stutter is starting to disturb her. He sounds too confident...

She reached her other hand up to pinch his neck, a known sensitive spot, and hisses: ]

Tell me.

[wheatdos]

Gah!

[He'd forgotten what it's like. This weakness. He hates it!

Really, pain from a pinch? Ugh.

He'll grit his teeth and bear it.]

You... first!

[sawadeertoday]

What do I have to tell you? You're the one working with that man behind my back. You know I don't trust him.

[ She twists the skin of his neck between her fingers. Why is he being so insistently stubborn! This almost reminds her of when he was corrupted. ]

[wheatdos]

[Ow ow ow ow ow. Not sure how much longer he's going to tolerate this...]

Why? You barely know him...!

[Corrupted? Sounds fun.]

[sawadeertoday]

So? I can tell he's using you. It doesn't take any intelligence to see that.

[ She lets go of his neck, but she's still holding onto his arm.

Oh, definitely fun. For him. She had been a potato at the time, after all. ]

[wheatdos]

[Once she lets go, he'll glare at her before trying to pull himself out of her grip.]

Forget it! I need to go.

[sawadeertoday]

You're not going anywhere! [ She tugs back, tightening her grip. Although if he used his full potential for strength, he could likely shake her off. ]

[wheatdos]

[Woah-kaaay, he's officially upgraded from peeved to angry now.]

Let. Go.

[Normally he would just shake her off, but something is telling him to fight back. It always does.]

[sawadeertoday]

I'm not letting go.

[ she hisses, concern flashing in cold golden eyes. ]

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley's are looking downright frigid, and show nothing now.]

Yes. You are.

[Worst of all, though, is how he's standing. Combined with the way Hank carries himself, Wheatley's height has never been more noticeable than now as he looms over her.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ Yeah- she feels downright intimidated. This isn't supposed to happen. Where did this confidence come from? GLaDOS didn't understand the sudden change. Just the night before, he was still his pleasantly slouching self... and now?

Now, he was the opposite. ]

I said I'm not, so I'm not. [ Maybe she could surprise him? She'll attempt to tug him down to her height, wanting to kiss him aggressively. Maybe he'd get the picture. ]

[wheatdos]

[Hank resists her attempt, and for a moment, his temper flares. Why don't you people do what he tells you to do?!

Looks like he'll have to go and shove her off him after all.]

I don't have time for this!