[Ages ago, Mettaton was sure he only lived for one thing: applause. It's still true, of course. Attention gets you absolutely everywhere with him. But now...
For a man in the middle of giving another full-grown adult a raspberry, he's sure his eyes have never been softer. It's silly, but it makes him think that maybe he's not just here to be lauded - he's here to make this one grumpy old man in particular smile and laugh.
Mettaton pulls away after one more spiteful blow and crawls into the other's space before flopping onto the bed. He rests his chin on Keats' curls and wraps his arms around him - not playfully or needy, but... to be honest, a little protectively.]
...what happened tonight wasn't your fault. [I'm sorry I took it out on you.]
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For a man in the middle of giving another full-grown adult a raspberry, he's sure his eyes have never been softer. It's silly, but it makes him think that maybe he's not just here to be lauded - he's here to make this one grumpy old man in particular smile and laugh.
Mettaton pulls away after one more spiteful blow and crawls into the other's space before flopping onto the bed. He rests his chin on Keats' curls and wraps his arms around him - not playfully or needy, but... to be honest, a little protectively.]
...what happened tonight wasn't your fault. [I'm sorry I took it out on you.]