[Wait, what's going on, was he falling? Is there-- oh, there's a hand. There's words.]
no, you're right. i shouldn't try to get on your level, [is the dreamy, yet instantly biting response. It's reflexive, he can't help it. Mettaton lets himself fall into Keats' hand, blearily staring into the middle distance with... however, he manages to see without eyes. His core pulses with a warm, calm light, as if breathing. This is nice. He never really thought this would happen.
Give him a minute. He's... having feelings.
This is new. Someone kissed him. Someone's holding him. They aren't scared or betrayed or leaving. They understand each other.]
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no, you're right. i shouldn't try to get on your level, [is the dreamy, yet instantly biting response. It's reflexive, he can't help it. Mettaton lets himself fall into Keats' hand, blearily staring into the middle distance with... however, he manages to see without eyes. His core pulses with a warm, calm light, as if breathing. This is nice. He never really thought this would happen.
Give him a minute. He's... having feelings.
This is new. Someone kissed him. Someone's holding him. They aren't scared or betrayed or leaving. They understand each other.]
...i wish i could kiss you...