Mettaton grins, his stance not moving as he waits for a yes or no.
"That's just fine, darling. I can dance for both of us, if need be. I just think we should liven this place up a little."
He can see the eyes settling on him, some interested whispers at his potential dance partner. He knows this sort of thing is a bit of a statement; wagging tongues will talk about how Mettaton, the great Mutant star, danced with what many consider a human masquerading in mutant skin. The ambassador has as many friends as enemies, and this sort of thing is only going to make the target on his back bigger.
He doesn't care. Even if it might put him at risk, it could afford Frisk some protection, or at least a little sympathy from more pro-human circles.
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"That's just fine, darling. I can dance for both of us, if need be. I just think we should liven this place up a little."
He can see the eyes settling on him, some interested whispers at his potential dance partner. He knows this sort of thing is a bit of a statement; wagging tongues will talk about how Mettaton, the great Mutant star, danced with what many consider a human masquerading in mutant skin. The ambassador has as many friends as enemies, and this sort of thing is only going to make the target on his back bigger.
He doesn't care. Even if it might put him at risk, it could afford Frisk some protection, or at least a little sympathy from more pro-human circles.