Well, I tend to have a soft spot for people who have been there for me as much as you have.
[They've shared a lot of moments together and many of them have been meaningful. Though he needs to stop highlighting them...
Ah, there's a smile! Good. Keep things light and cheery. Don't let them slip into anything deeper. Even as he goes to respond to the next thing he says.]
Yes, well. Perhaps I am more resilient than you give me credit for. And perhaps what you have given me is more resilient as well. Though you must remember Sans... I gave you ample reason to hate me too.
[Of course hating Mettaton takes a lot more than that because he's so beautiful and brilliant right?
It's an easy thought to hide behind but if he were to give it a moment of self-reflection he would think of how frightening it really would be to lose Sans because of that tear. He and Toriel had a falling out over something as easy as speaking about what he did in the Underground. There hadn't been much to them before that, so it was like digging up a flower before it really blossomed.
With Sans... it would be like tearing out a small flowering bush after you've tended to it for months, fertilizing it and watering it and protecting it from the storms. There's more there to lose. More than just the plant itself but the months of hard work and dedication, the months of love spent to get it to grow just right.
Love. Ha. A funny word to put to that.
And then Sans goes and mentions some songs he performed and Mettaton grins, ready to launch into some explanation of some kind when he touches onto one in particular and his smile does not fade but it does grow a bit timid in nature.]
A roman candle is a kind of firework. It shoots off multiple shells for a pretty dazzling display.
[Mettaton is a good actor. He doesn't let much else slip through his mask as he continues.]
It's a good song about potentiality. Of something that, if given a chance, could shoot off into something amazing. Or it could turn into nothing. And it more than likely will be nothing. But perhaps a chance should still be given.
[His smile turns just the smallest bit wistful.]
It's a theme I have been thinking about a lot lately.
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[They've shared a lot of moments together and many of them have been meaningful. Though he needs to stop highlighting them...
Ah, there's a smile! Good. Keep things light and cheery. Don't let them slip into anything deeper. Even as he goes to respond to the next thing he says.]
Yes, well. Perhaps I am more resilient than you give me credit for. And perhaps what you have given me is more resilient as well. Though you must remember Sans... I gave you ample reason to hate me too.
[Of course hating Mettaton takes a lot more than that because he's so beautiful and brilliant right?
It's an easy thought to hide behind but if he were to give it a moment of self-reflection he would think of how frightening it really would be to lose Sans because of that tear. He and Toriel had a falling out over something as easy as speaking about what he did in the Underground. There hadn't been much to them before that, so it was like digging up a flower before it really blossomed.
With Sans... it would be like tearing out a small flowering bush after you've tended to it for months, fertilizing it and watering it and protecting it from the storms. There's more there to lose. More than just the plant itself but the months of hard work and dedication, the months of love spent to get it to grow just right.
Love. Ha. A funny word to put to that.
And then Sans goes and mentions some songs he performed and Mettaton grins, ready to launch into some explanation of some kind when he touches onto one in particular and his smile does not fade but it does grow a bit timid in nature.]
A roman candle is a kind of firework. It shoots off multiple shells for a pretty dazzling display.
[Mettaton is a good actor. He doesn't let much else slip through his mask as he continues.]
It's a good song about potentiality. Of something that, if given a chance, could shoot off into something amazing. Or it could turn into nothing. And it more than likely will be nothing. But perhaps a chance should still be given.
[His smile turns just the smallest bit wistful.]
It's a theme I have been thinking about a lot lately.