[Hm? Has he not shown him his more simple form? That makes sense; they've been in Woodhurst for months and Mettaton has rarely taken off his cloak since. He still has it on at this exact moment...
Maybe another time.
The thought doesn't linger long. Something is getting placed into his hands and
Oh.
Oh.
OH YES... This is the greatest day of his life.
With the sort of grin usually accompanied by a villainous cackle, the glasses go straight into Mettaton's storage the second Keats isn't looking. He is NEVER getting them back.
A wrong finally righted, Mettaton rocks himself back and forth on his heels, hands folded behind his back, and eyes fluttering innocently.]
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Maybe another time.
The thought doesn't linger long. Something is getting placed into his hands and
Oh.
Oh.
OH YES... This is the greatest day of his life.
With the sort of grin usually accompanied by a villainous cackle, the glasses go straight into Mettaton's storage the second Keats isn't looking. He is NEVER getting them back.
A wrong finally righted, Mettaton rocks himself back and forth on his heels, hands folded behind his back, and eyes fluttering innocently.]