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Wheatley ([personal profile] witter) wrote in [community profile] sexyspace 2018-07-03 05:31 am (UTC)

[ You are so confusing, lady.

At her last cruel poke he lets out a sort of squawk, dignity more bruised than anything. Very briefly he contemplates poking her back a time or two, see how she likes it, being prodded incessantly, but he's not sure yet which parts grow back and which don't and he'd like to hold off on finding out. ]


Well. I'm glad that's settled and you're definitely not going to kill me, and if you are, be sure you say something first. Ohhh...

[ He sort of slides partway down the wall, restless and uncomfortable. ]

Knackered, I am. How do you deal with this? This. Legs. And everything else. Everything's stacked on top of everything, innit. Exhausting. And I've not even been like this a total day! It's mad! Nope—I'll take my core chassis any day of the week, thank you very much.

[ He's sunk down enough that he's almost at eye level with her. It's strange to look at—how small she is now. And not... not like before, when she'd been small and he'd been... very, very big. Bigger than everything. Able to crush anything. Wanting to, too.

Not like that. Different, that's all. ]


Nice to be able to move about freely, however. No rails here, you notice that? Shocking... and, offensive! The, the lack. Of proper accommodation 'round here. Suppose that's the last thing you'd want, eh? Lugging ol' Wheatley all 'round town. Like times of yore.

[ It's kind of an elephant in the room. While she may be, let's say excessively, excessively preoccupied with what he said about her weight, it seems a bit more important to remember they parted on a pretty bad note, didn't they. ]

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