Anyone would agree that I'm doing the work of a god. You need better taste. Maybe then, with a little inspiration, we'd manage to actually see those writing talents that, [he takes a breath he doesn't need and sings out the next part of his sentence,] we never get to wiiiiitneeeess!
But... you know. Since we aren't hiding anything... [He's toying with his own bangs now, managing to look embarrassingly coy.] Do you...?
[Oh my god, Mettaton. Oh my god, you're already dating, just ask the question.
...They are dating, aren't they? Was that not an agreement?? ...was the agreement just that they liked one another? What if that's not enough?? What if the dating isn't implicit? What if that's not on the table...??!
Mettaton, for the life of him, was meaning to ask "do you want to go out?" What leaves his speakers, in a flurry of self-consciousness and hesitation, is:]
Do you date me?
[...
He snakes his hands out of Keats' grip and turns on his heel. Nope. Done. This was a fun try!! Bye!]
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Anyone would agree that I'm doing the work of a god. You need better taste. Maybe then, with a little inspiration, we'd manage to actually see those writing talents that, [he takes a breath he doesn't need and sings out the next part of his sentence,] we never get to wiiiiitneeeess!
But... you know. Since we aren't hiding anything... [He's toying with his own bangs now, managing to look embarrassingly coy.] Do you...?
[Oh my god, Mettaton. Oh my god, you're already dating, just ask the question.
...They are dating, aren't they? Was that not an agreement?? ...was the agreement just that they liked one another? What if that's not enough?? What if the dating isn't implicit? What if that's not on the table...??!
Mettaton, for the life of him, was meaning to ask "do you want to go out?" What leaves his speakers, in a flurry of self-consciousness and hesitation, is:]
Do you date me?
[...
He snakes his hands out of Keats' grip and turns on his heel. Nope. Done. This was a fun try!! Bye!]