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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Wait, what's going on, was he falling? Is there-- oh, there's a hand. There's words.]

no, you're right. i shouldn't try to get on your level, [is the dreamy, yet instantly biting response. It's reflexive, he can't help it. Mettaton lets himself fall into Keats' hand, blearily staring into the middle distance with... however, he manages to see without eyes. His core pulses with a warm, calm light, as if breathing. This is nice. He never really thought this would happen.

Give him a minute. He's... having feelings.

This is new. Someone kissed him. Someone's holding him. They aren't scared or betrayed or leaving. They understand each other.]

...i wish i could kiss you...

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No, actually, I changed my mind. Keep going further down, maybe you'll find where you belong.

[Keats is only more than happy to come up with a sharp comeback instantly. Still, he doesn't follow his words and doesn't let Mettaton go, only moving his hand back up carefully to bring back Mettaton's heart to eye level.]

[It's very calming, to see that heart, so incredibly alive despite the fact it's being inhabited by a ghost.]

Ah, if horses were wishes, beggars would ride... [He sighs and shakes his head, as if to say "ah, well, what can you do".] I'm sure we'll figure out a way around it. No doubt.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Mettaton knows that was meant to be comforting, but bitterness swirls inside of him anyway. It's not fair. It's not fair to work for your dreams for so long and still be left incomplete. Keats should be holding him, the beautiful, long-legged star, not just... a heart. They should have been kissing or touching hands or anything months ago.

This is nice and it's incredible to not be rejected, but...]

i know...

ha. i guess i'm just...

[Sigh.]

sorry.

you can let me go now, cupcake. i can get back to my body on my own.