[Robotic sigh. All at once, the threatening stance deflates, the hand that was once jabbed at this stranger now running through his synthetic hair. This stranger. He's...]
Right. You're right. Perhaps I shouldn't have had such high expectations of you in the first place. Not everyone can immediately roll into improv like--
[Oh. There's that girl again.
...she's so dedicated.
Mettaton shakes his head and leans down toward the two humans, still practically towering over them. They're so small! It's charming.]
Really, now. I honestly appreciate how much effort you're putting into this scene, but it's over now. We've cut!
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[Robotic sigh. All at once, the threatening stance deflates, the hand that was once jabbed at this stranger now running through his synthetic hair. This stranger. He's...]
Right. You're right. Perhaps I shouldn't have had such high expectations of you in the first place. Not everyone can immediately roll into improv like--
[Oh. There's that girl again.
...she's so dedicated.
Mettaton shakes his head and leans down toward the two humans, still practically towering over them. They're so small! It's charming.]
Really, now. I honestly appreciate how much effort you're putting into this scene, but it's over now. We've cut!
[Siiiiiigh.]
...How's the tongue, darling? Are you alright?