[Honestly, Keats is rather used to such chaos. It reminds him of the sounds of war of that chaotic realm of the Netherworld, Warcardia, what with its numerous fires and battles and acts of violence. It's a lot to take in, at first. But Keats is made for battle, as much as he doesn't like to admit that to himself, and he's ready to go.]
[Except there's a robot in front of him. A robot that is not one of his enemies.]
[It is a robot who is currently his boyfriend.]
[His boyfriend, who is now drowning him in kisses without even a chance to really have his mind figure out what in the world is going on.]
Hey, hey - [He begins, trying to get a word in between kisses, as his cheeks start burning red. Mettaton is...kissing him? A lot? And he's enjoying it? He looks like his human self from Woodhurst? He tries to get a hold of himself, tries to pull away just a bit to speak out:]
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[Except there's a robot in front of him. A robot that is not one of his enemies.]
[It is a robot who is currently his boyfriend.]
[His boyfriend, who is now drowning him in kisses without even a chance to really have his mind figure out what in the world is going on.]
Hey, hey - [He begins, trying to get a word in between kisses, as his cheeks start burning red. Mettaton is...kissing him? A lot? And he's enjoying it? He looks like his human self from Woodhurst? He tries to get a hold of himself, tries to pull away just a bit to speak out:]
What's...you look...you're kissing...you look different?
[His voice kind of cracks on that last word. This is not what he expected going into Oska whatsoever. Not that he's necessarily complaining, though.]