[5:08am: Subject hates fun so much he has to insult my taste while still asleep.
Mettaton taps his pen against his diary, frowning as he watches Keats sway. A better friend might see this as a danger and attempt to shake him awake.]
That's how we really feel, is it...?
[Of course he's not going to do that. He has to be disappointed in how awful one person can be. This is the worst discovery ever made!! It's like being told there's something nicer under the layers of rude only to find it's a matryoshka of bitterness! Keats is a jerk even when he's unconscious!!
Mettaton needs to know how deep the rabbit hole goes. For science.
He ignores the receptionist's confused stare, waving her off as he stares deeply at the subject.]
no subject
Mettaton taps his pen against his diary, frowning as he watches Keats sway. A better friend might see this as a danger and attempt to shake him awake.]
That's how we really feel, is it...?
[Of course he's not going to do that. He has to be disappointed in how awful one person can be. This is the worst discovery ever made!! It's like being told there's something nicer under the layers of rude only to find it's a matryoshka of bitterness! Keats is a jerk even when he's unconscious!!
Mettaton needs to know how deep the rabbit hole goes. For science.
He ignores the receptionist's confused stare, waving her off as he stares deeply at the subject.]
Can you hear me, darling?