[Okay, the shy-act is still kind of cute. Mettaton watches the way the anger briefly melts from the other's face. The way he gasps and his skin blushes into a dark rose red. The way he forgets all of his proud, scholarly words in favor of tripping over his own tongue.
It's so... enchanting, watching humans have such instinctual reactions to affection. No, he couldn't feel that gesture himself, but... He can see, clear as day, that Keats did.
Heh.
He's in the process of shocking the arms coming out of the hole with his "taser" when Keats decide to threaten him. Mettaton winks again and kisses the air.] So you're saying I'm not hot enough for your tastes? There's being picky, but that's just insatiable.
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It's so... enchanting, watching humans have such instinctual reactions to affection. No, he couldn't feel that gesture himself, but... He can see, clear as day, that Keats did.
Heh.
He's in the process of shocking the arms coming out of the hole with his "taser" when Keats decide to threaten him. Mettaton winks again and kisses the air.] So you're saying I'm not hot enough for your tastes? There's being picky, but that's just insatiable.