Wheatley was a ball. A big heavy ball with a big blue eye, who could blame Chelldon for staring? But, of course, exposure to robots made him easy to adapt to this sort of thing. He smiled and looked down at Wheatley because despite his rather pathetic form, he had missed the moron. "Hi."
Carrying the ball out of the room, he headed down towards the test chambers, everything had been cleared up pretty well but still, Chief Hunt was patrolling up and down every day.
Chelldon went out of his way to seem nice and normal, he always nodded his head like Wheatley had told him too.
Once they arrived just outside the testing bay, he adjusted his hold on Wheatley so he didn't accidentally get in his way or something. How was he going to use his gun if he was carrying him?
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Date: 2012-05-04 02:59 pm (UTC)Carrying the ball out of the room, he headed down towards the test chambers, everything had been cleared up pretty well but still, Chief Hunt was patrolling up and down every day.
Chelldon went out of his way to seem nice and normal, he always nodded his head like Wheatley had told him too.
Once they arrived just outside the testing bay, he adjusted his hold on Wheatley so he didn't accidentally get in his way or something. How was he going to use his gun if he was carrying him?