[Aaaaaaaaaaw... The hand that isn't on Fugo has already found Mettaton's face. He's cupping his cheek, smiling to himself. Cute. How utterly adorable.

Fugo gets one more pat before Mettaton finally pulls himself away to enjoy his perch.]

I wouldn't say you were ALONE, but it's nice, isn't it? Having a familiar face around. Especially one so lively and glamorous.

[Hee.]

I'll be sure to tell him you said that.