Mettaton spins on the tip of his boot (...as he's discovered, technically, this form has no toes) as one final flourish before he takes a bow. And then another. Just to be on the safe side.
...okay, he'll toss out one more handful of glitter, this time the actual stuff. What's the point of hording it in his storage if he isn't going to use it?]
Of COURSE it's not bad! It's ME!
[He hops off his "stage" then, beaming at Mr. Andersen with his hands clasped behind his back. He hasn't been this giddy about anything in a long time!]
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Mettaton spins on the tip of his boot (...as he's discovered, technically, this form has no toes) as one final flourish before he takes a bow. And then another. Just to be on the safe side.
...okay, he'll toss out one more handful of glitter, this time the actual stuff. What's the point of hording it in his storage if he isn't going to use it?]
Of COURSE it's not bad! It's ME!
[He hops off his "stage" then, beaming at Mr. Andersen with his hands clasped behind his back. He hasn't been this giddy about anything in a long time!]
So!
[So.]
...you aren't at all what I imagined!