[He doesn't mean to laugh, but it peals out of his mouth regardless. It isn't mean, just...
Surprised.
...this isn't wise. It's not particularly kind, either. But he likes watching Keats get nervous. He likes watching the blush tint his otherwise aloof face. He likes seeing him avert his eyes beneath those too-reflective lenses, pretending not to be interested. He likes seeing him fidget, like someone too shy to even think of the word "prom," none the less invite someone.
It isn't kind. And it isn't fair. But Mettaton leans into him anyway.]
No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare Others can desert you, Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time... Nothing can harm you Not while I'm around...
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Surprised.
...this isn't wise. It's not particularly kind, either. But he likes watching Keats get nervous. He likes watching the blush tint his otherwise aloof face. He likes seeing him avert his eyes beneath those too-reflective lenses, pretending not to be interested. He likes seeing him fidget, like someone too shy to even think of the word "prom," none the less invite someone.
It isn't kind. And it isn't fair. But Mettaton leans into him anyway.]
No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...