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

[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.]

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We'll be with him. And I don't intend on having him do anything like this again.

[ She sounds a little testy about it. ]

The more you bother him, the more you'll aggravate him anyway.

[ she said simply, trying to keep Wheatley calm by continuing to stroke through his hair. Although it was infinitely odd and just not normal. ]

And what do you intend to do if he acts up, huh? How are you two going to stop him?

Intention is nice and all but anyone can intend something. I need to know what you'll do.

...

[He is quiet, retreating a little closer to GLaDOS...]

TALK. TO. ME.

[He's growling. The frustration is overwhelming. Even though he's screaming and clearly unhappy he seems just generally less threatening-- sorry you have to deal with the sight of GLaDOS petting your head, Hank... but it's calming him down tremendously.]

I'm not a bad bloke! I've NEVER hurt anyone here!
Stop making me-- making me out to be the bad guy!!! I'm not incompetent! I can hear you! I can hear what you're saying!! SO STOP. IGNORING ME!! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!

I'm not going to act up!
I'm not a bad bloke! I'm-- a good guy!!

[His voice cracks.]

[Blues looked down to where his arm should be, then to where his leg should be, and finally back to Wheatley.]

Wow... Really?

[This is all killing his pride, ugh.

His gaze drifts from Kara to GLaDOS.]

I don't think I'm the one who'll be keeping him in line...

[Hank sighs again after Wheatley's outburst, turning to face him this time.]

Really. Okay, fine. Start talking.

[ Wheatley's little outburst makes her shudder, unsure of what to say.

But then GLaDOS raises an eyebrow at Hank. True, she was in charge of Wheatley, technically- but she didn't know anything about his body's powers. ]

You'll have to tell me about what your body can do, so I can anticipate it, you know.

[ She pauses, when Hank tells Wheatley to start talking- before adding: ]

Go for it. Even if you have a tendency of digging yourself deeper into a hole the more you do talk.

[She rolls her eyes, hands on her hips.]

You have one chance to convince me.

[Wait. He doesn't actually have anything to say though.]

I... uh... hm.
You, you know... didn't think this one through.
Nope. Didn't do that. Don't really have anything to say.

[Oh... but then Kara speaks!]

Oh, well uh... When I'm in my body...
I... I can make it up to you, love.
And-and that bloke over there maybe.
Assuming he wants to even talk to me.
I can get the stuff for his repairs.
Can do that.
I... uh, I can... I don't know... um...

...

...

Do you like cake?

[STUPIDEST SUGGESTION EVER. HE'S TRYING.]

I can bake you a phenomenal cake.
And then... uhh...

...

[He's evidently nervous. At least he's genuine?]

Obviously not going to... do what I just did... again.
Obviously. Not gonna do that.

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[He was going to bake a cake, That's supposed to make up for this?]

[His brow furrows in response to GLaDOS.]

Fine. Later.

[Great job, Wheatley. Thumbs up! Who doesn't want cake?]

And you could also help me with putting our minds back where they belong.

[ Admittedly, this will also help her if Hank ever does anything, like she suspects he will someday! Yippee.

Either way, she'll give a nod to Hank. ]

That's definitely a start. I'll work on that with you.

[ Because the idea of hanging out with that giant cyborg-guy for a husband just... didn't work for her. ]

[Unimpressed!]

No. He rips my friend into pieces and wants to apologize with "I didn't think about it" and "I can apologize with a cake"? That's ridiculous.

It makes more sense to dismantle any part of him that can be used as a weapon until you're back in the right bodies. The Cyborg can always fit it later.

[Damn.]

H-hey...
I... I said I'd pay for the fixing too...

[Admittedly... being dismantled sounded really scary.
Even if that didn't sound nearly as terrible as having a leg ripped off.
Though... she's doing that thing where she isn't talking to him, and it still frustrates him.

He looks at GLaDOS]

D-does she not like cake?

[Cake was often the currency for 'sorriness' he used with GLaDOS. It didn't occur to him that not everyone was into the cake thing.]

Dismantling may be the safest option. I don't believe he has a perfect understanding of how that body works, it wouldn't leave him with a lot of ways to cause any more harm.

[He grinds his teeth.]

If you want to hole him up somewhere so badly, I know just the place. It will keep him confined and also allow me to examine this... predicament more thoroughly.

Where are you going to put him? [ she asked, warily. A tiny bit sharp. She understood the danger, but they were talking about him as though he were a deranged animal- and as dumb as he was... she didn't very much approve. If the situation were any more light, she might have found Wheatley's method of apologizing via cake funny, but... ]

[She folds her arms and gives Hank a withering look.]

And what are you, in a human body, going to do if he won't be confined in this place?

I'm-- I'm going home.

[He's given up really trying to defend himself.]

I want to go home.
I-I want to go home. Love, tell them I'm going home with you.

[He knew they all could hear him, but he didn't want to talk to much of anyone aside from her.]

[Blues certainly didn't feel sorry for Wheatley at the moment, sure he was acting harmless now, but how long would that last with such erratic behavior?]

She has a point there.

[He glares right back.]

Oh, he will be.

You can count on that.

[Though, if he refuses... well, he may need Supergirl's help in the end. He's not about to admit that now, however.]

[ She looks to Hank- to the lady. Wheatley's words really got to her- and besides, she wanted him under her watch. ]

How about my room? [ she offered, not wanting to set either of them off edge by being any less considerate. ] You can all come, if anything. Let's at least move this inside.

[ That way, they could start repairing the robot, talk things over, and not be in plain sight. Right? Besides, it would be a tad more comfortable for Wheatley, she imagined. ]

[She's tempted to roll her eyes, but what can she do? She puts her hands on her hips.]

Okay, so what does your room provide?

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

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