voicetesting. Mun is out of her mind

[football_head]

Okay, I guess we're off to a good start. But if we're going to get along and work together I think we need to set a few ground rules, okay? Number one, no aging me up and putting me in memes. It's too weird. Number two, if you do end up putting me in a game, just make sure it's nowhere as awful as the place you have Heather. It's bad enough that you have three of us in that Facility. I don't want to be anywhere that's going to torture me.

Just... try not to cause too much trouble, okay mun?

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[football_head]

You could just say excuse me. It's works just as well as pushing people out of your way.

[he just pauses for a moment and looks at her. He doesn't look irritated anymore, just confused]

Why are you so mad all the time, Helga?

[badfrench]

Tell that to the jerks who'll happily trample all over Phoebe to make class.

[She closes her eyes, sighs, and looks away.]

I'm not mad, Arnold-o.

[football_head]

Well, sure, maybe some of them are a little rough. But don't you think it'd be better to at least try being polite before you push them to the ground?

[he realizes this is probably a moot point but he can't really help trying]

Then why do you act mad all the time?

[badfrench]

How about this. We place you in a hall at rush hour...and I'll be back later with a spatula to peel ya' off the linoleum.

[She turns her head back, not scowling, but eyes open and mouth turned down.]

Because that's who I am. Helga G. Pataki. Been that way ever since pre-school.

[football_head]

Actually, I think I'll pass.

[maybe his mouth twitches at that and then he actually smiles, forgetting that they were having a debate for just a moment]

But you didn't used to be. Not when we first met. What changed?

[badfrench]

[Oh Arnold. Dear, sweet, painfully oblivious Arnold. ...or is he. Wait. What time did his Mun pull him from? Because if that's particular than...wait. What did he say.]

You actually remember when we first met?

[football_head]

[he smiles slightly, nodding a little]

Yeah, I do. Even if we don't always get along, we're still friends. I wouldn't forget something like how we met.

((OOC: I have no idea what his canon point is, so I'll just say it's the same as Helga's for this thread? XD))

[badfrench]

[Helga can't help but make a tiny smile.]

Well...thanks.

You'll...always be my...my...my...friend, too.

((OOC: after saving the neighborhood.))

[football_head]

[he smiles]

No problem.

[a pause, and he rubs the back of this neck]

Maybe... considering everything that's happened, we could try to get along a little better from now on. What do you say?

[badfrench]

I'd uh...

[She tugs at her collar, to relieve herself of the heat going up her neck.]

...have to ask what you mean but "happened".

[football_head]

Well, you know. The stuff that happened because things got a little crazy on that rooftop and...

I mean that.

[have an awkward face]

[badfrench]

[looking away.]

I, uh, you mean...that?

[football_head]

[he's still looking at her, but he looks embarrassed]

Yes. I mean that.

So what do you think?

[badfrench]

[looking back.]

I think...that I'm still going to feel the same. [She sighs.] And it's going to still be awkward for you.

[football_head]

Well, yeah, maybe.

[he pause, and he doesn't really look like he knows what to say for a moment]

But it doesn't have to be a bad kind of awkward, right? I mean... it's not a bad thing.

[badfrench]

Looking at you right now, Arnold, I can tell that things would've been better if they hand't changed. Back when I pushed and shoved you and threw spitballs at the back of your head.

[football_head]

But I don't want you to push me and shove me and throw spitballs at the back of my head. Even if it's a little weird right now, don't you think this is better? Now that you don't have to... I don't know... pretend you hate me all the time?

[badfrench]

I don't know. I really...really like you, so it would be hard to be friends when I want to be more than friends. Even if were just civil, it'd be really hard for me. At least when you thought I hated you, I didn't have to worry about something like that.

Even when I was Cecile, I didn't have to worry.

[football_head]

[he sighs]

Helga... I've been doing some thinking since you said that stuff to me on that rooftop. And there's really no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I think I like you too. I don't know. I just... I don't really know how to feel about it. It all happened so fast, and then there was all the stuff to think about and... well... I don't really know what's going on anymore.

[he's red in the face and he's not really looking at her anymore]

I'm sorry if all that was too weird and if you want me to take it back, I will. I just figured now is as good of a time as any to bring it up, even if things are still... really weird right now and they probably will be for a while.

[badfrench]

[She's surprised.]

What? [He...likes her?] You...like me?

[She shakes her head, pushing out all the warm fuzzy harpsichord music and folds her arms, arching a brow.] What kind of like? Because I don't think you like me the way I like you. Or the way you like Lila.

[football_head]

That's what I was trying to tell you before. I think I might... like you like you. I'm not really sure what to think about all of it but... it's only fair to at least let you know, right? You... told me, back there. So...

[most embarrassed face in history of the world]

... is that okay?

[badfrench]

Is it okay?

[Is it okay?! This is exactly what Helga's wanted for years. She could kiss Arnold! ...but wait...she's got her self control.]

As long as you know that I'm not going to be easy to get. You want Helga G. Pataki, you're gonna have to get her.