"Cute," Mettaton says, rolling his eye. He certainly can't be blamed for a little bit of sarcasm. After all, these two just couldn't exist without a little bit of caustic nature between them. "The whole dying thing, darling. You didn't let me off that one, did you?"

Though if he really cared past bringing it up...he wasn't showing it. IN fact, he's surprisingly blase about everything, including this conversation, for someone who usually expressed himself openly, whether that be through anger, violence, or just plain sassy attitude.

Ha.

Well, no matter. It certainly can't be important.

"That's not the main topic here though. Your belongings are."