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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Pft. Yeah, yeah. Keats has room in that long-term memory for two things: fairy tales and receipts and, unfortunately, the date Mettaton designated as his birthday doesn't fall into either one. He's not mad about it. If anything, it's cute.

...won't stop him from hanging it over his head every once in awhile, though.

Whatever. There's a hand touching his own and Mettaton hums as he twists his hand around to entwine their fingers. Oh, cupcake...] I'm teasing, Keats. We can take a walk with Annie, if you want. Watch some documentaries. [Ha.] I know there's a dusty old book somewhere you were dying to inflict on me. It can be anything.

Besides. If you don't think that, [he languidly runs two of his fingers up and down one of his boyfriend's. L-lewd...] isn't on my side of the table, you're mistaken. [Heh.

...oh!

Just as quickly as he switched from sweet to sexy, Mettaton switches back again. He leans in, eyes bright and cheery as he runs his fingers through Keats' hair.] Do you want to change?

[Honestly, it's barely a question. Ever since Keats realized his boyfriend found his true form handsome instead of petrifying, he'd been warming up to it little by little. ...in private, of course - some things will always make them cagey - but it makes the robot happy anyway. It's nice, being trusted with something so big.

Literally. The real Keats is a big man with a lot of teeth and hair and Mettaton likes having something to braid.]

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That's quite a lot of options. It's like you want to see me paralyzed with indecision.

[Seriously, he doesn't know where to start. The documentaries sound good, if they want a laugh. Walking around sounds nice. That...is also nice. There's so much they can do, and the whole days is just for them and them along.]

[He's grateful. He really is.]

[The question, however, makes his eyes widen.]

Change? [Clothes, he thinks, but then he realizes in two seconds what the other means. His cheeks flush, as if he's embarrassed by the notion of it. True, there's still some hesitation when he thinks about transforming nowadays, but with the acceptance and love that his boyfriend has shown him in that form, he's found it easier and easier to change. It doesn't even really hurt that much anymore.]

Alright, then. [He leans in, a brief kiss to the other's nose before he leans back. Instantly, his muscles bulge, hair lengthening in seconds as his whole body thickens and transforms. The only sound he makes is a quiet groan. He then opens his eyes with their new bright blue glow, somehow warm in feeling despite their color, and grins wide.]

Like so? [He lets out a short laugh.] Ah, you know I can't say no to you asking for that...

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Ha. Like you need me to ask, [Mettaton teases, immediately finding the other's long hair with his hands. Some might compare it to cold, winter snow, but Mettaton only thinks of cascading water as it flows over his fingers. It matches the unnatural glow of his eyes, comforting in the dark like the echo flowers in Waterfall.

He pulls him in for another kiss, to confess quietly under his breath,] you look like home. [And he doesn't feel as homesick when they're together.

It's a nice moment that's easily jarred by a tiny weight throwing itself onto the bed and skittering into Keats' lap. It looks like Annie has the same attraction to Keats' true form as the robot, but for much more simple reasons. Those reasons being... "He Big." She makes herself comfortable kneading at the material of his slacks while purring and sniffing the air.

...oh. Right. Breakfast.]

Well! I'll let you think on what you want to do later, but for now... [Mettaton cuts off a portion of a partially-forgotten pancake, spears it with a fork, and holds it toward his boyfriend's lips. He's smiling, obviously intrigued with the idea of watching the man eat when he's several times bigger than usual. Will this breakfast even be enough, now?] Before someone decides this is her meal.