[He can't feel it in this form, but Mettaton hears the little "poff" of her dropping her bag into his hair. He pouts, close to chastising her, but
...okay, it's cute. She gets a pass.
That and it's fascinating watching her work. It's like watching Alphys fiddle with the parts of his body she hadn't yet finished, or parts that would never end up in the final project. He's so busy watching her, he just barely manages to look back down in time to miss a tree root that would have had the two of them eating mud for dinner.
He pirouettes out of its way, which was a completely necessary gesture, before continuing on. By the time she's finished (...which, really, was only about the time it took him to take three more steps past their potential death), Mettaton twists his neck at an unnatural angle to get a look at her work.]
Noted. [He sounds impressed because he is.
He drops the offered gun into her magnetic field. Done deal.]
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...okay, it's cute. She gets a pass.
That and it's fascinating watching her work. It's like watching Alphys fiddle with the parts of his body she hadn't yet finished, or parts that would never end up in the final project. He's so busy watching her, he just barely manages to look back down in time to miss a tree root that would have had the two of them eating mud for dinner.
He pirouettes out of its way, which was a completely necessary gesture, before continuing on. By the time she's finished (...which, really, was only about the time it took him to take three more steps past their potential death), Mettaton twists his neck at an unnatural angle to get a look at her work.]
Noted. [He sounds impressed because he is.
He drops the offered gun into her magnetic field. Done deal.]