[...oh my god. That actually worked!! Oh god- oh no. Don't break character. They can't see you happy right now. That's suspicious.
Mettaton makes a big show of coughing over nothing, ruining the calm mood he'd worked so hard to cultivate. It's all a part of the show, sadly. He apologizes, blames his poor, dry throat, and hops off his spot to wander toward the back of store again.
His first reaction isn't to look at the door. He's honed in on his friend, scowling as Keats is, and reaches to gently brush some of those curls behind his ear.] Aww. [A horrible, horrible smile.] You're so pretty when you beg.
[...oh. Oh, that's a lot of ice.
Ha. Haha!
Mettaton grabs one of the tall bookshelves, one still littered in books and impossible for a human to move, and pulls it until it's covering the door.]
Honestly, we should have just done this in the first place. 10 points for style, though!
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[...oh my god. That actually worked!! Oh god- oh no. Don't break character. They can't see you happy right now. That's suspicious.
Mettaton makes a big show of coughing over nothing, ruining the calm mood he'd worked so hard to cultivate. It's all a part of the show, sadly. He apologizes, blames his poor, dry throat, and hops off his spot to wander toward the back of store again.
His first reaction isn't to look at the door. He's honed in on his friend, scowling as Keats is, and reaches to gently brush some of those curls behind his ear.] Aww. [A horrible, horrible smile.] You're so pretty when you beg.
[...oh. Oh, that's a lot of ice.
Ha. Haha!
Mettaton grabs one of the tall bookshelves, one still littered in books and impossible for a human to move, and pulls it until it's covering the door.]
Honestly, we should have just done this in the first place. 10 points for style, though!