[He says, quietly, after that gentle kiss. Oh, he's so lucky. Mettaton's hair is slightly unkempt, strands of hair over his flawless face. Keats goes in for a quick reply with a soft kiss, before putting his attention back onto the breakfast being laid out in front of them.]
This is really quite the feat. [He shakes his head, as if he partially believes he's just seeing an illusion. To be fair, he's never had anyone put so much time and care into making something like breakfast for him, ever.] I have to wonder if I did something good to get this sort of treatment...
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[He says, quietly, after that gentle kiss. Oh, he's so lucky. Mettaton's hair is slightly unkempt, strands of hair over his flawless face. Keats goes in for a quick reply with a soft kiss, before putting his attention back onto the breakfast being laid out in front of them.]
This is really quite the feat. [He shakes his head, as if he partially believes he's just seeing an illusion. To be fair, he's never had anyone put so much time and care into making something like breakfast for him, ever.] I have to wonder if I did something good to get this sort of treatment...