[The absurdity of that statement actually shakes Keats out of his post-transformation-funk - he lets out a short, deep laugh.]
I can't say I have the snout. Or that this is taking place near any full moon.
[He had half expected Mettaton to run away. He said it wasn't pretty. The pain certainly feels real, he remembers saying after his first time - god, that felt like it was years ago. And even since then, he hasn't transformed all that much, all too terrified of that pain and...something else. Something indescribable.]
[And yet Mettaton is stepping forward - Keats twitches, unsure what he's going to do, and...he's touching him? Caressing his face? This is strange beyond belief. Keats blinks at him with an almost owlish look, if this was referring to an owl from hell with bright blazing eyes of light.]
...Like what you see? [It's meant to be a half-hearted joke, but there's a touch of sincerity in the question as well.]
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I can't say I have the snout. Or that this is taking place near any full moon.
[He had half expected Mettaton to run away. He said it wasn't pretty. The pain certainly feels real, he remembers saying after his first time - god, that felt like it was years ago. And even since then, he hasn't transformed all that much, all too terrified of that pain and...something else. Something indescribable.]
[And yet Mettaton is stepping forward - Keats twitches, unsure what he's going to do, and...he's touching him? Caressing his face? This is strange beyond belief. Keats blinks at him with an almost owlish look, if this was referring to an owl from hell with bright blazing eyes of light.]
...Like what you see? [It's meant to be a half-hearted joke, but there's a touch of sincerity in the question as well.]