[A soft whine leaves Mettaton's speakers at the empty gesture with his hair. At least now he can see a bit more through both of his eyes. The metal surrounding his right eye is newer than the left, leaving a noticeable shift in color from one half of his face to the next. There's even a slight color-difference in his right eye; it's more pale than the dark black his "pupil" usually is.
Eventually... Come on, charge...]
Cliffs... Like mountains?
[He blinks and projects a gray image of what he imagines based on Keats' description. Beaches and mountains...?]
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Eventually... Come on, charge...]
Cliffs... Like mountains?
[He blinks and projects a gray image of what he imagines based on Keats' description. Beaches and mountains...?]