[World-weary sigh. Mettaton finally releases her hands, swooning back into the couch's cousins. Oh, Olivia... How naive.]
You should know why better than anyone, sweetheart. Why are you wasting your time dancing when you could be fighting?! I don't want to hear you singing, we need someone to stand guard!! You spend all this time and effort in making obnoxious little shows when you could be out there doing something IMPORTANT!!
[He closes his eyes and clasps his hands against his chest.]
No one appreciates an artist. It's so much harder being us than people really know.
[ olivia is startled by how accurately mettaton hits the nail on the head with that... only in olivia's case, the words are only ever said in her own voice.
she lingers by the kitchenette, staring down at the steadily cooling mug of tea she'd long since prepared for herself. ]
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You should know why better than anyone, sweetheart. Why are you wasting your time dancing when you could be fighting?! I don't want to hear you singing, we need someone to stand guard!! You spend all this time and effort in making obnoxious little shows when you could be out there doing something IMPORTANT!!
[He closes his eyes and clasps his hands against his chest.]
No one appreciates an artist. It's so much harder being us than people really know.
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she lingers by the kitchenette, staring down at the steadily cooling mug of tea she'd long since prepared for herself. ]
It... can get quite debilitating, can't it...