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[Sleep. Sleep is good. He's glad for sleep. He's glad to have a bed, instead of trying to nap on the floor of some far-off space prison. He's especially glad to share a bed again with probably the only person among the Audentes he trusts entirely.]

[And that person isn't there when he shifts his arm over for an impromptu, sleepy embrace.]

[He opens his eyes when he feels his hand touch something on the pillow that clearly isn't Mettaton. He feels over it, mumbling something under his breath as he realizes it's a box, and pushes himself up to rub his eyes and take a better look at what he's found. A box and a note. He reads the note first, letting out a slight sigh, before he opens the box, and...]

[Ah.]

[He's actually surprised. He knows exactly what it is, he's even read up on the legends of it. A claddagh ring.]

Oh, it's beautiful.

[Mettaton isn't here to see his reaction, which makes him feel slightly annoyed, but then again...he's almost glad he isn't here because he feels like something is pressing against the back of his throat. He's choked up, clutching his mouth as he shakes his head. He can't believe it. This kind of ring, of all things. Mettaton could've gotten any kind of ring, and yet...]

[He puts it on. Of course he has to, and it fits very well. He admires it in the low light and somehow feels like he's the luckiest man in the world.]

[He's never felt so loved.]

[It takes him a moment to collect himself, make sure his eyes are mostly dry, before he reaches for his torc on the bedstand, bringing up Mettaton's number.]

Hey. Went off somewhere?

[Predictably, it takes Mettaton less than a second to answer the call. Less predictably, he's shuffled it to audio.

For someone who doesn't need to sleep, the lack of it is still tainting his words. Thankfully, he sounds just as fond as he does tired.]

Mmhmm. Taking a walk, scoping for areas for my wonderful party...

How does a beach sound?

A beach sounds nice. Quiet, too.

[On a usual basis, Keats sounds gruff, cold, and unkind. But now, there's a fondness to his tone that he really can't hide. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.]

Do you need help? I'd imagine you'd need someone else to check out what that beach is like, you know...

[Heh...]

What's that? Is that really your excuse for being lazy on a beach?

Hmm... I'll consider it.

If you don't wear that ghastly outfit.

Excuse? Hey now, this is a vital investigation. I wouldn't offer it if I knew I couldn't put in the work.

[His amusement suddenly shifts into a tone of annoyance, though this is hardly the first time Mettaton has said something about his particular ensemble.]

Ghastly? This is a good coat! Can't I be free to wear what I want?

Repeat that question including what you want to wear and where you want to wear it.

I'll wear what I want, which is what I normally wear. Maybe take off the coat if it's going to be hot. You can't go wrong with a collared shirt and vest, for goodness' sakes.

It's a BEACH, cupcake. It's GOING to be hot!

At LEAST take off the vest. It might save you from looking like an accountant who got lost.

Well, it can get cold in the evenings, you know...?

[>*I]

But a white collared shirt is so boring! What are you trying to do, make me look like the plainest person in the world? Good grief...

I'm trying to make you look handsome. Which you are under those several layers of bad choices. [There's a quick thump on the other end of the line, like Mettaton just booped the magitek in lieu of Keats' nose.

(He did.)]

I don't make a boring ensemble seem plain, do I...?

Hmmph. Bad choices...I look perfectly fine.

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE okay that's cute actually GRUMBLE.]

Well, that's you. You could make a potato sack look good.

Ha! I know. [Just one moment: he needs to clasp his hands to his chest and reflect on how good he always looks. He made being a box look stellar - he has a gift.

...yes, right. Anyway.]

And I could make you look good if you'd let me. It's only ever been about CONFIDENCE. You can manage that, can't you?

Of course I can manage that. And what's this about "letting you"? Like I said, I don't see anything wrong with how I dress. I mean...I still remember the whole tweed thing from a while ago.

[Mumbles:] I still think the tweed wasn't half bad...

[Oh my god, again with the tweed. There's finally laughter on the other end of the line as Mettaton switches the feed to video. He doesn't... look the greatest right now, after what they've been through, but...

Idiot. How does he always manage to get him to forget everything horrible?]

Sweetheart. Dearest. My darlingest light of my life. I'm just saying that it isn't beach appropriate.

Besides. If we're going to be together in public, can't we stand to make a few people jealous? [Wink.]

[Keats noticeably looks happier at the sight of Mettaton's face, smiling momentarily before he shakes his head, letting out a huff.]

Fine. But if you're making me wear boots with high heels or something, I'm out. I'd do something like fall on my face in front of everyone else, breaking my lovely nose in the process.

It's a BEACH!! I won't even wear heels and I had to learn how to WALK with them fused to my legs!

[Although... Hah... Hahahahaha...

He winks again. Harder. Maximum wink. Wink.]

That can be saved for later.

Thank goodness. I don't want you tripping over yourself either, you know?

[Though....that last part...]

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...What can be saved for later?

[Aww, there's his protective prince. If Mettaton tells himself his face didn't start flushing at the concern, then it didn't happen.

But as for the question...?

Wink.

He's hanging up.]

Nobody just says "wink", you-!

[Oh. He hung up.]

[Guess he'll just have to see what'll happen. Whatever it is. Mettaton sure has some odd ideas, from time to time...]

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