[It's funny the way that Mettaton's touch isn't as threatening as anyone else's would be, if he knew so little of them. Maybe it's because he assumes his own motives and reactions are the same as Mettaton's--which is dangerous. But he'd find violence in this context gauche. Why disrupt such a nice evening?]
[So he allows Mettaton at his back, sitting up straight obediently, hands folded primly in his lap.]
I seized a shadow by the throat, [he murmurs,] and dashed it to the ground, of course.
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[So he allows Mettaton at his back, sitting up straight obediently, hands folded primly in his lap.]
I seized a shadow by the throat, [he murmurs,] and dashed it to the ground, of course.