Of course you should, cupcake, [he chuckles, momentarily taken in by that strangely modest expression.] My taste is fantastic. [Look at these purple boots he's wearing. He flexes his heels, letting the material squeak. It's all VERY good.
The night continues on like that. Telling stories about one another. Laughing about one another. Mettaton talks about his game with Alphys and all the embarrassing flubs therein, to even out Keats' wounded pride. They talk about media and books and, much to SOMEONE'S chagrin, musicals. Mettaton even manages to suggest another one that they hadn't watched in Terra Felis.
Luckily for the both of them (but mostly Keats), a tale-tell surge of energy washes over Mettaton's frame. He knows what that means... It's...
A ripple of magic shudders over Mettaton's form once more. He's gone from being a humanoid machine and back to being the handsome android that greeted this dork when they arrived in Oska.
He's already reaching for Keats' face again, aiming to pull him down.]
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The night continues on like that. Telling stories about one another. Laughing about one another. Mettaton talks about his game with Alphys and all the embarrassing flubs therein, to even out Keats' wounded pride. They talk about media and books and, much to SOMEONE'S chagrin, musicals. Mettaton even manages to suggest another one that they hadn't watched in Terra Felis.
Luckily for the both of them (but mostly Keats), a tale-tell surge of energy washes over Mettaton's frame. He knows what that means... It's...
A ripple of magic shudders over Mettaton's form once more. He's gone from being a humanoid machine and back to being the handsome android that greeted this dork when they arrived in Oska.
He's already reaching for Keats' face again, aiming to pull him down.]
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