[What comes out of Mettaton's mouth could TECHNICALLY be considered a laugh, because. Well. That's what it is. More accurately, however, it's a hideous series of amused wheezes, complete with flailing hands, that's nowhere near the charming giggles he usually doles out.
Once he catches himself doing it, he just. COUGH. Nope. Moving on. That didn't happen.
...ahem.
He flips his hair over his shoulder and leans into his communications device.
no subject
Once he catches himself doing it, he just. COUGH. Nope. Moving on. That didn't happen.
...ahem.
He flips his hair over his shoulder and leans into his communications device.
Wink.]
Don't threaten me with a good time.