[This is really embarrassing, and Mettaton's attitude is not helping one bit. Keats shoots a scowl back at him, though he's kicking himself internally for messing up as much as he did.]
The ice might have spread farther than I intended to. I don't know how to explain how a door suddenly iced itself completely over.
[He scratches the back of his head with a grimace, before sending out another message.]
And NO, I don't need help, I just need to fix this somehow. Without your smug input, thank you.
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The ice might have spread farther than I intended to. I don't know how to explain how a door suddenly iced itself completely over.
[He scratches the back of his head with a grimace, before sending out another message.]
And NO, I don't need help, I just need to fix this somehow. Without your smug input, thank you.