This was. Nice. Harrowing for a few minutes, yes. Filled with topics they'll most likely never discuss again, definitely, but this part was... surprising. A moonlit stroll, filled with jokes and good company. You could almost, if you were reaching as badly as Keats' puns, call it... romantic.
Ha. Haha.
There's a pause as Mettaton fiddles with his own hair.] Well. Goodnight then, honeysuckle. I'll just be out here a little longer, if you don't mind.
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[Sigh.
This was. Nice. Harrowing for a few minutes, yes. Filled with topics they'll most likely never discuss again, definitely, but this part was... surprising. A moonlit stroll, filled with jokes and good company. You could almost, if you were reaching as badly as Keats' puns, call it... romantic.
Ha. Haha.
There's a pause as Mettaton fiddles with his own hair.] Well. Goodnight then, honeysuckle. I'll just be out here a little longer, if you don't mind.