[For a brief moment, Mettaton's grip tightens protectively around Asriel. Despite their tumultuous conversations as of late, he'll do his best to protect the young monster. Now is no different, even when things are uncomfortable and shying into a territory which Mettaton would rather not be reminded of.
After all, the bodies here weren't all that different from those on the Outpost which he left on the ring floor.]
Anyway...
[He finally releases Asriel, and tries to smile.
A failed attempt, as the corner of his mouth does little more than twitch.]
We should keep moving. The death here is bound to home disease. I can't be ill, but you can, darling.
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[For a brief moment, Mettaton's grip tightens protectively around Asriel. Despite their tumultuous conversations as of late, he'll do his best to protect the young monster. Now is no different, even when things are uncomfortable and shying into a territory which Mettaton would rather not be reminded of.
After all, the bodies here weren't all that different from those on the Outpost which he left on the ring floor.]
Anyway...
[He finally releases Asriel, and tries to smile.
A failed attempt, as the corner of his mouth does little more than twitch.]
We should keep moving. The death here is bound to home disease. I can't be ill, but you can, darling.