[ the kettle is filled and the gas is burning by the time mettaton collapses against the wall. she turns just in time to see the dramatics, the theatrics, and for a moment she does feel a flicker of a genuine smile curve along her lips. he is quite talented, if not a bit over the top, but there is a certain performer's charm in that grandeur that she knows would take on quite well with many of the audiences she's performed for back home. ]
I'm sorry to hear that, Mettaton...
[ she moves to gesture towards the only couch in the room, where she absently shoos away a dog that's definitely not really a dog. saffron descends his throne begrudgingly, looking quite the sullen king of the studio apartment.
once empty, she gestures towards it in offering. ]
Would you like to talk about it?
[ it's not that olivia doesn't trust mettaton. but venting had never been in her nature, and while she is tired and stressed and worried almost 24/7, she had not been lying when she considered herself quite fortunate in all this... if anything, the only thing she would talk about is how little she thinks she's actually doing. ]
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I'm sorry to hear that, Mettaton...
[ she moves to gesture towards the only couch in the room, where she absently shoos away a dog that's definitely not really a dog. saffron descends his throne begrudgingly, looking quite the sullen king of the studio apartment.
once empty, she gestures towards it in offering. ]
Would you like to talk about it?
[ it's not that olivia doesn't trust mettaton. but venting had never been in her nature, and while she is tired and stressed and worried almost 24/7, she had not been lying when she considered herself quite fortunate in all this... if anything, the only thing she would talk about is how little she thinks she's actually doing. ]