[It's too late. He's already fixing your stupid door. The laser fuses the chain back together easily enough, so it's on to pointedly ignoring Asher's complaints as he picks up the shattered half of the deadbolt. It looks like the portion inside of the wall is slightly bent, but if the lock itself is stuck back into its socket, it should work just fine, if not a bit wobbly. But that one's harder to get at with the laser...
Gingerly, Mettaton places his fingers into the door where the lock is supposed to go, holding the shattered remnant from where it broke back into place. Electricity surges through his hand, melting the metal with a POP and forcing them back into one piece.
Huff. There.
...shame isn't an emotion Mettaton likes to dwell on. Forgetting that his teammates are only humans, that they don't have a choice BUT to think of being attacked in the night by a bunch of flesh-hungry infected, is not something he's the proudest of.
So he doesn't say anything as he slips back through the now-repaired door and out into the hall again.
This was awkward. Let's never speak of it again.]
Edited (how do i keep forgetting full-on parts of sentences) 2017-02-28 05:18 (UTC)
[He yells through gritted teeth but his efforts are to no avail.
As soon as the door is repaired, the robot is gone.
Asher sighs all too loudly, falling back against the counter.
He can do nothing but eye the bits that aren't quite right, the lock that doesn't look all that stable. Safety was already an issue, and he hopes to god that Mettaton didn't break anything outside of their apartment, as the building should be inaccessible without a lock or a key. Has someone else the busted the door?
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The knife is placed back on the table.]
Do you know how long it took us to board that up?
Geez.
[He rests a hand on the nearest chair, taking a moment to compose himself.]
I'm up but my-
[Boyfriend? Roommate?]
Jin's sleeping.
We don't need to do this crap right now.
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[It's too late. He's already fixing your stupid door. The laser fuses the chain back together easily enough, so it's on to pointedly ignoring Asher's complaints as he picks up the shattered half of the deadbolt. It looks like the portion inside of the wall is slightly bent, but if the lock itself is stuck back into its socket, it should work just fine, if not a bit wobbly. But that one's harder to get at with the laser...
Gingerly, Mettaton places his fingers into the door where the lock is supposed to go, holding the shattered remnant from where it broke back into place. Electricity surges through his hand, melting the metal with a POP and forcing them back into one piece.
Huff. There.
...shame isn't an emotion Mettaton likes to dwell on. Forgetting that his teammates are only humans, that they don't have a choice BUT to think of being attacked in the night by a bunch of flesh-hungry infected, is not something he's the proudest of.
So he doesn't say anything as he slips back through the now-repaired door and out into the hall again.
This was awkward. Let's never speak of it again.]
and end?
[He yells through gritted teeth but his efforts are to no avail.
As soon as the door is repaired, the robot is gone.
Asher sighs all too loudly, falling back against the counter.
He can do nothing but eye the bits that aren't quite right, the lock that doesn't look all that stable. Safety was already an issue, and he hopes to god that Mettaton didn't break anything outside of their apartment, as the building should be inaccessible without a lock or a key. Has someone else the busted the door?
They're gonna need better security.]
Fuck.
We've gotta do somethin' about this.