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]

[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!

[sawadeertoday]

[ She stumbles back, before moving to follow him. ]

Oh, so the moron can't even explain himself in words. You're so violent. I was only worried. [ Passive-aggressive sweet tone is go. ]

[wheatdos]

[He growls again.]

I could tell you, but my headache would just get bigger.

[He's out the front door now, still in his underwear. Doesn't look too concerned about it either as he tries to figure out where he is.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She follows him out the door, grabbing a few things while she's at it- he is not about to wander outside in his underwear like that.

She'll shove a blue button-down shirt and some black pants into your back, along with some socks and a tie. ]

Get dressed.

[wheatdos]

[He lets them fall to the floor and begins marching down the hall.]

Later.

[If Wheatley was doing something embarrassing in Hank's body, then running around half naked in this one would be adequate retaliation. So he figures.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ Huff. She's gonna just let those clothes go (wishing for new ones was always possible, and following her strange husband would just have to take priority.) ]

Where are you going?

[wheatdos]

Where do you think?

[She likely knew already...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ Regardless, she'll keep on following. ]

Hank's room. Right?

[ Well, at least she'll know where it is for future reference... but this is a bother. ]

[wheatdos]

[That gets a weird look. Had she still not figured it out...?]

Correct.

[His room, actually, but hey, details.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ "Correct"? ]

... What's wrong with you?

[wheatdos]

[...better pick up the pace.]

I'm fine.