[This is incredibly rude. His pride has been wounded and Mettaton, in a remarkably surprising turn of events has not only embraced him, the fiend, but has also given him a half-sort-of-not-really kiss.]
[Keats' cheeks heat up as if he's suddenly been tossed into a sauna. He barely even has enough composure to really respond with anything but a surprised gasp.]
Yes. Yes, just...we'll handle this. [He clears his throat, trying to ignore everything that just happened. He hates everything. When the crowd has more or less moved their attention off the two of them, Keats glares at Mettaton.]
Try that again, and I'll swear I'll set you on fire just to add insult to injury.
[That statement would be a lot more intimidating if his face wasn't as red as a tomato.]
no subject
[This is incredibly rude. His pride has been wounded and Mettaton, in a remarkably surprising turn of events has not only embraced him, the fiend, but has also given him a half-sort-of-not-really kiss.]
[Keats' cheeks heat up as if he's suddenly been tossed into a sauna. He barely even has enough composure to really respond with anything but a surprised gasp.]
Yes. Yes, just...we'll handle this. [He clears his throat, trying to ignore everything that just happened. He hates everything. When the crowd has more or less moved their attention off the two of them, Keats glares at Mettaton.]
Try that again, and I'll swear I'll set you on fire just to add insult to injury.
[That statement would be a lot more intimidating if his face wasn't as red as a tomato.]