[Keats does not like doing things when he's told to do them. If there wasn't anyone here, he'd be more or less okay with just leaving. But thanks to SOCIETAL PRESSURE he has to help Mettaton.]
[Ugh.]
[Now it's his turn to murmur "I'm going to kill you" under his breath as he shoots a glare at Mettaton before grabbing his hand and wrenching it out of the hole.]
There you go! You're free! [He's 100% grouch mode now.] No problems here whatsoever! Stop staring, all of you!
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[Keats does not like doing things when he's told to do them. If there wasn't anyone here, he'd be more or less okay with just leaving. But thanks to SOCIETAL PRESSURE he has to help Mettaton.]
[Ugh.]
[Now it's his turn to murmur "I'm going to kill you" under his breath as he shoots a glare at Mettaton before grabbing his hand and wrenching it out of the hole.]
There you go! You're free! [He's 100% grouch mode now.] No problems here whatsoever! Stop staring, all of you!