[Keats awakes with a snort at the pillow to his shoulder, blinking blearily as he tries to make out the shape at the end of the bed. His vision clears slowly - and really, who else would it be, if not for his boyfriend?]
Mettaton? [He's already cringing - he can tell by the tone that he's in big trouble Big, BIG trouble. He pushes himself up on his elbows.]
What...what happened? [God, what time is it? He's wiping his eyes. His brain is still taking a bit to catch up.] What's going on?
the life and times of dating an overdramatic robot
[Keats awakes with a snort at the pillow to his shoulder, blinking blearily as he tries to make out the shape at the end of the bed. His vision clears slowly - and really, who else would it be, if not for his boyfriend?]
Mettaton? [He's already cringing - he can tell by the tone that he's in big trouble Big, BIG trouble. He pushes himself up on his elbows.]
What...what happened? [God, what time is it? He's wiping his eyes. His brain is still taking a bit to catch up.] What's going on?