[Keats is expecting a whole lot of things, but Mettaton singing out of the blue isn't one of them.]
[He stares over at the group, confused. This isn't helping. This is the opposite of helping. (Then again, he specifically did the opposite of asking for help...)]
[Keats blinks, unsure what to even say. Mettaton's singing is...nice, to say the least, but he's going to try his best to ignore that and move to address the problem here.]
What are you doing? This isn't the time for singing!!
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[He stares over at the group, confused. This isn't helping. This is the opposite of helping. (Then again, he specifically did the opposite of asking for help...)]
[Keats blinks, unsure what to even say. Mettaton's singing is...nice, to say the least, but he's going to try his best to ignore that and move to address the problem here.]
What are you doing? This isn't the time for singing!!