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This is the Part WhereChell let out a small sigh as she took off her reading glasses and rubbed her eyes. Beside her, Wheatley was also reading, but he had stopped and glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye."So, what part are you at?" she asked, wiping a small fingerprint off the corner of one lens on her glasses.Wheatley replied with a small tap on her shoulder. As she turned to face him, he gently cupped her face in his hands, brought it forward and said, "The part where I kiss you."He felt her flinch slightly between his hands, but she didn't recoil as their lips met for their first stumbling, surprising kiss.As he pulled away, she blinked a couple of times, seemed to think for a moment, and then said, "Now THAT is what I call a real, nice surprise."
Portal - Peppermint Christmas (Part 8)Part 8 – When the Bell Tolls One"Absolutely, one hundred percent, truly fabulous that Christmas party was!" said Wheatley as he and Chell walked back towards Chell's house. It had long since turned dark by this time, and now thick snowflakes filled the air and danced in the lights of the town."A bit brisk out here isn't it? But also rather nice in its own way. Lovin' the snow falling…and the streetlights…and, ah! Yes, there's Foxglove glowing on the horizon. Downright lovely this is! Also nice of Ms. – uh, I mean, Emily to have gotten me these socks for Secret Santa. Not- not the most exciting thing I'll be honest, socks, but they look quite warm don't they? Interesting style knitted into them, too. Look kind of like those Christmas sweaters some people were wearing, only these are, well, socks. And the book's nice, too. Not sure why she seemed to think I would be particularly familiar with the
Portal - Peppermint Christmas (Part 7)Part 7 – To Open the BoxWheatley was so very, very happy.The Otten's barn had been all cleaned up for the Christmas party, and decorated in a homey country style, but also with a classy Christmas flair. There were hay bails spread around the large space here and there for people to sit on, along with several round tables with chairs. The tables were covered in red table clothes with small, lit lanterns on white doilies with sprigs of ivy and holly placed around them to make centerpieces. Even a few old sofas and even an armchair were situated up in the loft overlooking the lively scene, where a few of their friends were already seated and enjoying cups of coffee and other goodies. Underneath the loft, Garrett had set up his sound equipment, from where some smooth and jazzy Christmas music was playing. Along one wall was a long rectangular table piled with all kinds of food, and in one corner sat a rather large Christmas tree, currently having the last o