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.
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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.