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[ex_mettacrusher33]

for being

[Heartless.]

mean.

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[There's a very long pause.]

Goodness, Mettaton. As if I'm going to have my feelings hurt irrevocably over the fact that tweed doesn't suit me. That's hardly "mean".

[ex_mettacrusher33]

i know, I know, I

I feel like I can't deny anything right now.

Please talk to me about nothing again.

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[...............]

[A year ago, he wouldn't have cared about that request. This is an opportunity any reporter would die for. The chance to get the whole truth and nothing but the truth.]

[If it was anyone else, he still would've gone ahead with just asking regardless of whatever the other person felt about it, but now...it's different. He feels uneasy about the thought of prying into whatever Mettaton might not want to say. Of course, he's curious, it's his fault, nothing will change that, but his feelings are now actually holding him back.]

[It's probably one of the rare times he's considered stepping back from something.]

Very well.

Want to hear a story, then?

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[It's a miracle. A genuine, honest miracle. No matter what amount of affection the other holds for him, Mettaton knows without a shadow of a doubt that Keats can't help himself from digging up every bit of dirt around him. He's like a damn fox that doesn't even care to bury anything, so long as no one else can keep hiding things from him.

So... if anything, Mettaton can recognize that it isn't easy, denying that instinct.

It. It really means a lot.]

Please.