[It's... strange. Most of the time, the only adoration Mettaton ever sees is of the fanatic variety. This is. Different. It's quieter. More subtle, yet still plain as day. It brings that burning feeling in his core again, a simple admiration for admiration.
He could get used to seeing that face.]
If you say so. [He reaches up to toy with the other man's hair again, running unfeeling fingers through it. It's not the most impressive color Mettaton's ever seen (Aqua and Olivia still win in that regard), but it's... fitting. A sort of mousy, chestnut brown that matches the deep hazel of his eyes.
...Hm.
Mettaton pulls away and folds his hands behind his back, smiling brightly and innocently.] Another time.
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He could get used to seeing that face.]
If you say so. [He reaches up to toy with the other man's hair again, running unfeeling fingers through it. It's not the most impressive color Mettaton's ever seen (Aqua and Olivia still win in that regard), but it's... fitting. A sort of mousy, chestnut brown that matches the deep hazel of his eyes.
...Hm.
Mettaton pulls away and folds his hands behind his back, smiling brightly and innocently.] Another time.