Now he knows exactly what that feeling was. Fear. Apprehension at the thought that Keats said something that could be read as some sort of cry for help, that everything Asher said was something Keats was thinking. That there was something there, no matter how small, that wasn't just a stranger's impression of him.
But Keats isn't trying to defend what happened. He's infuriated. He's... he's standing up for him...
Ha... No one's ever really stood up for Mettaton before...
Well, would you look at who's breaking into your room again? It can't be that surprising. After all, it's officially Overwhelmed Hug O'clock. If he buries his face in the other's shoulder, he can't see the fake tears.]
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Now he knows exactly what that feeling was. Fear. Apprehension at the thought that Keats said something that could be read as some sort of cry for help, that everything Asher said was something Keats was thinking. That there was something there, no matter how small, that wasn't just a stranger's impression of him.
But Keats isn't trying to defend what happened. He's infuriated. He's... he's standing up for him...
Ha... No one's ever really stood up for Mettaton before...
Well, would you look at who's breaking into your room again? It can't be that surprising. After all, it's officially Overwhelmed Hug O'clock. If he buries his face in the other's shoulder, he can't see the fake tears.]