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[After having discussed the situation with Keats and coming to understand Asher's questioning as simple paranoia (rude paranoia, in Mettaton's estimation, but worry is worry, he supposes), a lot of the anger Mettaton was feeling has simmered away. That wasn't the kindest impression to leave on a friend of his... person-he-is-dating, now was it?

So! While he's in the kitchen making gifts for the friends kind enough to come to his party a few weeks ago, Mettaton takes it upon himself to bake one more cake.

Outside of Asher's hotel room, he'll find a small chocolate cake with the words "Sorry I Yelled - MTT," written atop it in flowing gold frosting.

...despite having put the least amount of effort into this one, this cake somehow came out tasting the best out of all the ones he made. Probably because of how simple it is.]

Edited 2017-04-22 23:32 (UTC)

[Asher decides to make a phone call, because a text feels too impersonal.]

Hey.

[He's speaking softly, but the Magitek is so close to his face that he sounds a tad louder than he actually should.]

Thanks for the cake, dude. I really appreciate it.

[There's a noise of some sort, almost as though he's fidgeting.]

I still kinda wanted to talk to you though, if that's okay. You busy?

[Aww, of course he appreciates it. It's a chocolate cake in this wasteland of meat and wheatgrass. Anyone would appreciate it.

Anyway.]

Free as a bird, darling, [Mettaton replies, significantly more cheerful and calm than the last time. Having someone getting all riled up over you does that.]

Sure.

[If there's anything he's gotten significantly better at over the past few months, it's saying sorry.

That's the least he can do.]

You wanna meet outside the hotel?

[There's a short hm? on the other end of the line before Mettaton can really stop himself. Not quite the request he was expecting, but...]

If that's what you want. I'll meet you by the fountain, then.

[And he will, sitting on the fountain's edge. It's nice enough outside. Why not?

...a cat has already found its way into his lap.]

[Asher really only has one outfit with him, as the rest of his things are packed away.
He stops walking as soon as he sees the other, everything about his posture tense. Biting his lip and cocking his head to the side before speaking, he manages to fumble out a brief:]

Oh wow, you're-

[Timid fingers tug at the strap of his messenger bag, a gift from the other team. He laughs awkwardly.]

You're still in your cover.

...

[Ah.

Mettaton's face blanches for a moment at the comment. Of course Asher knows he's still wearing this. Everyone knows he's still wearing this. It's not a surprise. This isn't what he really looks like. He's just a robot.

...He forces himself to smile, leaning himself back a bit in a pose.]

Well, when the artwork is this stunning, who has the heart to take it out of the gallery?

[He lets out an awkward chuckle, grin lopsided. It's clear there was no ill will behind that comment, as Asher has gotten used to there being robots on this team.]

Uh, listen...

[Mettaton's behavior has been unpredictable at best, so he decides to navigate this situation slowly.]

I should probably start out by sayin' I'm sorry for what I did.

You... You were right! I don't know your boo all that well. Like, we're friends, but-

[A casual shrug.]

We're not that close, so.

I probably shouldn't've said anything.

[Oh...

Oh.

If this had come right after their discussion, Mettaton would have been smug. There's... shades of it, still, but mostly it's just. Relief. An appreciation for being apologized to in the first place. (Also a slight giddy surprise at the term "boo." BOO! Oh no that's adorable.)

His face softens. He pats the edge of the fountain next to him, shrugging his shoulders.]

You were worried, sweetheart. I get it. Your prickly, loner friend suddenly admits to being with the bright flashy robot... Ha. It sounds like a bad sitcom episode.

And I admit, [for once,] I haven't made the best first impression with you.

[Sigh.]

If I may preach to the choir... Keats doesn't have that many friends. If he liked you enough to let you listen to him, then I'd rather not have there be too much bad blood between us.

[When he breathes a sigh of relief, it's as though all the rigidity leaves his shoulders. His body readjusts into a posture that's more natural, more casual- More like his usual one.

An apology, however small, is enough for Asher, who prefers unity and cooperation over petty conflict.

Yeah, I'm...

Kinda sick of all the bad blood on this team in general, to be honest?

[I wish we could all just get along.]

Like, everybody just gets so caught up in all this dumb stuff.

[Oh thank god, they're agreeing on something.

Mettaton visually perks up at the chance to Complain, nodding vigorously. He has so many opinions on this.]

It's EXHAUSTING!! Don't get me wrong, I love drama more than any living creature in the known universe, but there's a limit! Things exist in moderation for a reason!

[Yes, okay, it's funny coming from Mettaton. He knows he can hate someone forever if given half the chance, but...]

Honestly, we're constantly seeing worlds beyond our imaginations! We're saving countless lives! We're getting to experience so many things...! [Ugh! He reaches behind his back before throwing his arm above his head in an arch. Glitter rains down on him.] Enjoy it!! Get along for five seconds! Smooch under the stars or dance in the rain or SOMETHING! Hate who you will, but at least try to take, [he gestures around himself,] this in!

I'm glad someone agrees.

[Asher's nose crinkles up at that, voice getting higher in pitch.]

Eh, well.

I get why some people aren't super hyped up about bein' here. Nobody asked for this shit, right?

[Said while gesturing vaguely with an index finger, tracing circles in mid-air.]

I know I didn't.

[Even if he's thankful for his time here.

He has grown a lot.]

But that's why I think we should all work together, y'know? Otherwise we're really friggin' screwed.

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[Helpless shrug. Yeah, yeah, not everyone spent their entire life under a rock. Point still stands.

Mettaton crosses one of his legs over the other, letting them swing over the fountain's edge.]

Why else do you think I spend all my time trying to lighten the mood, beautiful? It's certainly not for the views anymore. [Mostly.]

Sigh...! Anyway. I'd be happy to start over if you are. [He holds out his hand, palm down.] Shall we?

[He offers the other a goofy little smile pounding a fist to that palm... Gently.]

Hells to the yeah-yuh!

[Mettaton stares, lamely, at his unkissed hand.

10 for 10 now...]

[Thankfully, what follows is just a tired laugh.]

Well, I understand why you and Keats are friends now.

[You're both dorks.]

[...He does not get it.]

[That's fine.]

So! Since we're turning over a new leaf, is there anything you'd like to ask lil' ol moi? Words of advice to keep this situation from happening again? Perhaps you'd like to take a moment to compliment my outfit?

[It's custom.]

Nah.

[People don't usually ask when it comes to this sort of thing. It's nice? Maybe they should do it more often.]

We're good for right now.

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[Pft. Fine. He'll be complimenting himself then.

Later.]

See you around then, darling. Have a good night.

[SAY THAT TO HIS FACE, NERD]

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