[...honestly, Mettaton called with every intention of continuing his self-pity brigade. He was going to miserably call his boyfriend, hat in hand, and demand validation and compliments. He was going to test the other, see how he reacted to knowing Mettaton couldn't lie, see if Keats failed and used it against him just like everyone else, tell him about what the people who did hurt him and watch him get angry for him...
But then, like clockwork, this idiot starts talking and Mettaton finds himself laughing in his bed despite himself. He curls up further into his cot, smiling stupidly and hugging his pillow.]
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But then, like clockwork, this idiot starts talking and Mettaton finds himself laughing in his bed despite himself. He curls up further into his cot, smiling stupidly and hugging his pillow.]
Tell me a story about mustache cat.