Darling, darling, darling, please, you're doing this all wrong!
[This poor little thing! How could he not know any better? Interviews are so simple.
Considering it's conversation with Mettaton, whoever is more unlucky to be having this discussion is yet to be seen - but from the way Mettaton turns on his heel to find enough of a protrusion in the walls for him lounge himself on, it might be a close call.
Once he's settled, the robot reaches behind his back and pulls out a cordless microphone. He hands it over, his eyelashes batting and his lips curled into a smile, to the tiny self-proclaimed author.]
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[This poor little thing! How could he not know any better? Interviews are so simple.
Considering it's conversation with Mettaton, whoever is more unlucky to be having this discussion is yet to be seen - but from the way Mettaton turns on his heel to find enough of a protrusion in the walls for him lounge himself on, it might be a close call.
Once he's settled, the robot reaches behind his back and pulls out a cordless microphone. He hands it over, his eyelashes batting and his lips curled into a smile, to the tiny self-proclaimed author.]
Now you can question me. Let's run it again.