Well, when you're made of metal, I'll be sure to ask what you think.
[What the hell is this sudden caring? People don't ask what Mettaton's problems are unless they're mad at him about them. Keats doesn't ask questions like this. That's fine. It's expected. He's a star - he exists in his own universe where the only problems he has are whether or not he looks good in whatever he's wearing. He's shallow. There's nothing behind the curtain. It's okay.
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He knows the hair swaying in front of his eyes means he's shaking his head, but he doesn't remember telling himself to do that.] Really. I have fame. I have a beautiful body and legions of devoted fans. I have you. There's nothing in the world that could be wrong.
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[What the hell is this sudden caring? People don't ask what Mettaton's problems are unless they're mad at him about them. Keats doesn't ask questions like this. That's fine. It's expected. He's a star - he exists in his own universe where the only problems he has are whether or not he looks good in whatever he's wearing. He's shallow. There's nothing behind the curtain. It's okay.
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He knows the hair swaying in front of his eyes means he's shaking his head, but he doesn't remember telling himself to do that.] Really. I have fame. I have a beautiful body and legions of devoted fans. I have you. There's nothing in the world that could be wrong.