[Fortunately for the both of them, Mettaton's body doesn't have to worry about anything like "coming to" or "actually sleeping." There's only a hum at being shaken and his eyes flutter open, awake and ready to process the day.
...and process the face staring at him. He beams, taking in the sight of warm skin and hazel eyes. There's no windows in the room, but the subtle lights leaking from the bottom of their door casts an orange glow throughout their room, turning brown hair golden. Mettaton finds a hand gently cupping that perfect, perpetually unshaven face and pulling it in for a kiss.
Sigh.] Mmm-hmmm. [Of course he did. Who else would do it? The breakfast fairy?
Alright. Okay. Probably unbeknownst to Keats, there's a big day ahead of them. Mettaton pushes himself over the other to grasp at the tray with his collection of plates. Tiny summons of himself help carry over the smaller ones, the glasses of juice, and silverware. They all get set into the middle of the bed, obviously to share.]
...I thought I made more sausage. [Huh. Guess they'll just have to fight over the odd one out.]
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...and process the face staring at him. He beams, taking in the sight of warm skin and hazel eyes. There's no windows in the room, but the subtle lights leaking from the bottom of their door casts an orange glow throughout their room, turning brown hair golden. Mettaton finds a hand gently cupping that perfect, perpetually unshaven face and pulling it in for a kiss.
Sigh.] Mmm-hmmm. [Of course he did. Who else would do it? The breakfast fairy?
Alright. Okay. Probably unbeknownst to Keats, there's a big day ahead of them. Mettaton pushes himself over the other to grasp at the tray with his collection of plates. Tiny summons of himself help carry over the smaller ones, the glasses of juice, and silverware. They all get set into the middle of the bed, obviously to share.]
...I thought I made more sausage. [Huh. Guess they'll just have to fight over the odd one out.]