67: We have a problem. [Forward dated to after the Wonderland gig.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Still in a drowsy state, He hung lazily off of his bed, face pasted in a pool of his own drool as he snored the hours away. That's just how things work. You sleep. You wake up. Though sleeping without a companion was not a thing Wheatley did often. And he certainly didn't remember not doing so earlier.

Rolling off the bed, in a clumsy flail of limbs, the first thing he realized was his hands.
His very muscular hands.
Then it was his biceps.

Holding his hands out in front of him, stupefied, he squinted, calling out to the woman who he thought was in the room with him.]

Uhhhh... love?

[Looking around, it had been only then he realized he was somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't his house. He's been kidnapped!

No wait.

Slowly, his eyes trail down to the puddle of drool on the floor. Leaning forward slowly, he was surprised to see his face wasn't the one he woke up with.]

Ahhh???

[Shattering sounds!]

AGHGHHHAHHAHHAHAHHHHHHH????

[Crash.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??!!!

[Screaming at the top of his lungs, someone was bound to hear him in his room.]

Comments

[cheerupemoborg]

[The moment she'd knock on the door, it would swing open, a brighter eye'd Hank greeting her. He couldn't smile, but at least the partial remains of his face did all they could to to display a friendly air.

You know, as much as a single eye and nose could do.]

Didn't think you'd uh... b-be here... so quickly.

[Not like he was standing at the door or anything.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ Have a cautious look. ]

So, what is this, exactly? Wanting a kiss from me.

[ This was just falling into leagues of strange. A chipper Hank... ]

[cheerupemoborg]

...I-I told you.

[sawadeertoday]

Why will you die, then?

[cheerupemoborg]

Because.
If I told you, then you'd try to get around it and save your moronic... husband.

...

Wh-who loves you very much, by the way. Tons.

[sawadeertoday]

[ Frown. ]

So... what are you asking for, exactly? Just a kiss?

[ Can he even kiss her back? She looks him over curiously. ]

[cheerupemoborg]

Yes.

[He nods.]

That's all.
One little one.
Nothing-- nothing too big.

...

Can't even kiss you back.

[MOPE.]

[sawadeertoday]

... hm.

[ She wonders what's wrong with him. She doesn't like him- of course she doesn't want to kiss him...! ]

If I do, will you stop taking him away from me?

[ She takes a step closer. Ohh this is weird. ]

[cheerupemoborg]

What?

[Taking him away?]

What are you going on about?

[sawadeertoday]

Making him work for you. I know you've been working together.

[ She takes a step closer, looking up at him, a glint of accusation in her eyes. ]

[cheerupemoborg]

M-making him???
He doesn't make m-- I-I....I-I don't make him do anything he doesn't want to do!

[sawadeertoday]

... oh, really now?

[ Okay. Something is definitely wrong here. She feels almost at home with this guy. He exudes an aura of stupidity... ]

Well, anyway. How about you let me in.

[ She crosses her arms, glaring up at him suspiciously. She can't quite put her finger on it, but he suddenly reminds her of her moronic husband. ]

[cheerupemoborg]

Really.
Seriously. No one can make that bloke do anything he doesn't want to. Strong minded... that one.

[And he steps aside, letting her into his room. If only because it's kind of an emergency.]

No need to look at me like that.

[sawadeertoday]

[ She snorts. ]

Clearly, we have different conceptions of him.

[ And she huffs, stepping inside and glancing about. Maybe she could pick up some information about anything they had been doing... ]

I can look at you however I want to look at you.

[cheerupemoborg]

...

[What?]

What is your conception... of-of him, exactly?

[sawadeertoday]

Why do you care?

[ she retaliates, defensively. If he insisted now, he would probably not get the whole truth. ]

[cheerupemoborg]

I don't.
...

I just don't see why you treat him as if you love him if you really don't, is all.

[He spoke with an equal sense of defense.]

[sawadeertoday]

... [ She grew silent, feeling on the spot.

Did she go with blatant honesty and risk embarrassing herself? Or should she lie and save face? What if he tried to use her reply against her in convincing Wheatley? ]

... Why are you prying into this?...

[ she murmured, cheeks flushing as she looked away. ]

[cheerupemoborg]

Wh-why not?
He's my friend.

[Hear that? Frieeend.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She snorts. ]

Oh, really. I don't believe that for a second.

[cheerupemoborg]

And-and why's that?
What izzit about me do you find so intimidating?

...

Izzit my face?

[Which he points to. Just in case.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She shakes her head. ]

You don't intimidate me.

[cheerupemoborg]

Then why are you so afraid for him to have friends?

[Such a tense tone.]

[sawadeertoday]

I'm not afraid, either.

[ She was... just the tiniest bit. ]

But I'm allowed to be concerned, I do think.

[cheerupemoborg]

He can take care of himself.