[Aw, shit. Yeah, Mettaton is definitely flirting with him now. Haha, he probably just does that with everyone though, right? He's Mettaton.]
oh, he's at least a thousand percent better than me in every way.
[Mettaton leans toward him and Sans sort of panics internally for a moment because he's not actually going to full-on kiss him, is he? The most confusing part of that is that Sans wouldn't even mind. There's some little flicker of warmth inside him that's almost hoping for it, inasmuch as he can really hope for anything at all, ever.]
[It's just a kiss on the cheek, though. Still nice, and easy to carefully interpret it as just a friendly sorta thing between...friends. Which is strange enough. A year ago, he never would have pegged himself as someone who could get along with Mettaton.]
[Friends. What a nice idea.]
heh...right, right.
[He grabs a travel mug from the closet--one of several that advertises the Ebbot Planetarium--and pours the rest of Mettaton's coffee into it. He seals it up and hands it to Mettaton.]
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oh, he's at least a thousand percent better than me in every way.
[Mettaton leans toward him and Sans sort of panics internally for a moment because he's not actually going to full-on kiss him, is he? The most confusing part of that is that Sans wouldn't even mind. There's some little flicker of warmth inside him that's almost hoping for it, inasmuch as he can really hope for anything at all, ever.]
[It's just a kiss on the cheek, though. Still nice, and easy to carefully interpret it as just a friendly sorta thing between...friends. Which is strange enough. A year ago, he never would have pegged himself as someone who could get along with Mettaton.]
[Friends. What a nice idea.]
heh...right, right.
[He grabs a travel mug from the closet--one of several that advertises the Ebbot Planetarium--and pours the rest of Mettaton's coffee into it. He seals it up and hands it to Mettaton.]
be, uh. be seeing you, metta.