[Most of that sounds like blowing it off, but- oh, that's a genuine apology. Huh. Now it's Mettaton's turn to look surprised.]
Well, thank you darling. I appreciate it. But! No harm, no foul.
[He smirks a bit.]
A monster after your own heart, hm? I must be doing better than I thought.
[Why. Is he flirting. With Sans???? Is this really??? The time????
And yet. Here he is. Being the menace that he is. He doesn't seem all that receptive though so perhaps this isn't as big of a worry as it could be. There's never been anything wrong with harmless flirting, after all.]
You can do some really cute art with lattes, so I approve.
[He sits back in his chair, taking the coffee and drinking a sip. He smiles.]
Ah. Is this monster instant coffee, or human instant coffee?
[Wow, Mettaton barely even knows him, but even he's surprised about a genuine apology from Sans. Maybe he just gives off that vibe of untrustworthiness. Probably. But oh well. Like Mettaton says, no harm no foul.]
heh, okay. good.
[No, yup, he was right, that was flirting, because now Mettaton's doing it again. Wow. Wow? Wow. It's gotta just be a Mettaton thing, right? No one in the world wants to be with Sans. Even Dizzy Bunny, when she was up to her shenanigans, mostly just did it out of desperation. Plus she flirted with everyone. Yeah, okay. It's just Mettaton having some fun. Well, Sans can have some fun too. He levels a lazy grin at Mettaton.]
the joke being that i don't have one. but yeah, you're doing fine.
[That almost makes it sound like a challenge. Oops.]
i saw pictures one time of someone doing skulls with latte art. i can definitely get behind that sorta thing.
[He sips his own once he's noticed that Mettaton approves.]
it's monster coffee. human food's great, but it's kind of a pain in the ass for me. i generally just get monster stuff for simplicity's sake.
[Perhaps it was an unfair judgement on his part to be surprised that he got a genuine apology but when you're surrounded by celebrities (especially human celebrities) genuine apologies are hard to come by. Everyone is so wrapped up in their egos (him being one of them) and it's always a pleasant surprise when things happen differently.]
You don't have a heart? Mm, I highly doubt that Sans. You looked so desperate to find that cat of yours, it looked like your "imaginary heart" was fit to burst with worry.
[He hears a distant jingle of a bell. 4 must be playing with a cat toy. Very apt timing.]
You can't care for something if you don't have a heart. I'm sure you've got a sweet spot somewhere in there, even if you don't show it. Maybe one day you will though.
[He settles more into the chair, crossing his legs.]
Not to imply that you have been anything other than friendly with me though. I appreciate it.
[He's still having a surprisingly good time.]
Yes, that is true. Monster food is so much cleaner in how it goes down. I adore human food but sometimes it is just too solid. Makes you yearn for that classic- magic taste.
[He almost slipped. He almost said "ghost." He must be more relaxed than he thought. Perhaps he should go after he's done with his coffee.]
pfft, i mean, metaphorically, sure. trust me, i don't go around acting like a tough heartless guy. only literally, hehe. don't worry, i've got so many sweet spots, i'm practically a giant cavity.
[It's amusing, and kind of nice even, how quickly Mettaton is willing to defend Sans from himself. And he hadn't even meant it as his usual self-deprecation.]
[It's also...kind of nice for someone to call him out on caring about things. He needs to be reminded sometimes.]
glad to hear i've been a gentlemonster. my brother would probably kill me if i was anything less with the famous mettaton.
[Man, this is comfortable. Like having a friend over. Like hanging with Alphys.]
right? i have to sorta mix my own magic in if i wanna eat human food. otherwise it goes right through me. hehe.
A giant cavity, hm? That's an interesting way to describe oneself.
[This is far more comfortable than it has any right to be. But it kind of feels just like what he needed. Maybe he'll take Alphys up on her next invitation to hang out with people as a group.]
A very gentlemonster indeed! Even if you cat is less gentle. How did you come upon that adorable vagrant, anyhow?
[He should be getting ready to leave and yet he leans back in the chair more, taking another long sip of his coffee.]
Right through you?
[He blinks for a moment, confused. Sans isn't a... gho...s...t
Right. His face falls flat.]
Horrible. Horrible wordplay.
[He holds that face for a moment, then a smile breaks through and he shakes his head.]
How does your brother put up with you? Is he as much of a menace as you are?
i'm known for interesting ways of describing things.
[Which is itself an interesting way to describe himself as a pun gremlin.]
he's kind of ornery, but he's gentle unless he's feeling threatened. he must've been spooked about all that big outdoors. which is funny, cause he was a street cat when i found him. sorta. picked him outta a cardboard box in the middle of the rain. can you imagine? i was just walking by and happened to hear him yowling.
[His eyelights go distant for just a moment. Humans can be so...unremarkably callous. Just this casual ability to actively not give a shit about other living things. Is that worse than passively not giving a shit, the way Sans does when he's at his lower points? He doesn't know. That's one of those moral arguments he tries not to get into anymore.]
funny thing is i was just planning on giving him food and shelter for a bit until someone else could adopt him. didn't think i'd be able to handle, uh. looking after a pet. but he just kinda stuck around.
[Anyway, enough waxing nostalgic and vaguely depressing. His grin brightens and he chuckles like an asshole when Mettaton catches the pun.]
yeah, maybe you're right. was kinda hollow.
[He leans back languidly in his chair.] heh, that's a question i ask myself daily. but nah, he's a great guy. his puns are few and far between, but they're actually impressive.
[His eyes soften and he looks back towards the apartment to see 4 rolling on the floor with a toy ball. Such a sweet thing.]
It's surprising that no humans took him in. They love kittens.
[He shakes his head.]
But the world can be so complicated. Perhaps no one had the ability to take care of him until you.
[He turns back to Sans then with a smile.]
And now look at him. Loved, happy, and warm. He was lucky to have you find him.
[A little too sappy? Absolutely. Does Mettaton regret it? Not at all.]
Ugh. Terrible. Terrible! And to think you used to do standup. The audience should have booed you off the stage.
[All of that is said with a teasing tone. If he wasn't on the other side of the table, the way he says it would make it seem that he was gonna give Sans a gentle elbow to the ribs.]
I'm glad that you two get along so well. It's important that family loves each other.
[His soul feels warm at the thought of Napstablook and family.
He happens to glance down at his phone and starts for a moment.]
Oh, gracious, I hadn't realized how much time had passed. Alphys is going to be worried sick about me if I don't text her and head on over. I'm sorry to cut our conversation so short.
[The world is complicated. Humans are strange. He spent too much time thinking about all of that as it is. Instead, he smiles fondly.]
but it's good he got a happy ending. i mean, guess we both did. he's part'f the family now.
[He actually blushes faintly.]
heh, well. just glad i'm doin' right by him.
[It's weird to think of that he's actually doing a good job of taking care of something. Which is hypocritical, since he did pretty damn well taking care of Papyrus when they were growing up.]
[He laughs.]
pfft, i'm pretty sure they did at least once.
[That was half the fun, though.]
heh. i am too.
[He blinks and sits back up, glancing at the clock on the coffee machine.]
oh, damn. i'm sorry, i uh, totally lost track of time. you want a travel mug for the rest of your coffee? i got loads. people keep giving 'em to me.
[Mettaton stares at him for another moment longer before breaking out into a wide smile.]
Well, if you insist...
[He reaches for his side and after a bit of fumbling with his clothes, opens a compartment and pulls out a pen and paper. He scribbles something on it then hands it to the skeleton.]
Here you go, darling. It's my number. You should send me a text so I get yours too. Of course if you don't want my number, that's fine. I signed my name underneath so if you ripped off the number part, you could absolutely sell the autograph for a good buck.
[At first he's not sure what Mettaton is doing, but then he visibly brightens.]
aw, hey, that's nice of you. i can give it to my brother. uh, the autograph part, heh. he'll totally flip.
and, uh...thanks. it's gotta be kinda...well, a risk, i guess. giving your number out to people, i mean. i appreciate it.
[It's...weirdly generous. Weird only in that it makes Sans feel like Mettaton trusts him. It feels undeserved. But then again, it always does. He's not the most trustworthy guy. He could probably sell this number on the internet for way more than even the autograph would go for.]
thank you. it'll be cool to talk to you again sometime.
[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.]
[And with that he makes a quick dash to the door. Before he completely leaves, however, 4 approaches him and he leans down to give the cat a friendly pat. And then, with a silent wink back towards Sans, he disappears out the door.]
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Well, thank you darling. I appreciate it. But! No harm, no foul.
[He smirks a bit.]
A monster after your own heart, hm? I must be doing better than I thought.
[Why. Is he flirting. With Sans???? Is this really??? The time????
And yet. Here he is. Being the menace that he is. He doesn't seem all that receptive though so perhaps this isn't as big of a worry as it could be. There's never been anything wrong with harmless flirting, after all.]
You can do some really cute art with lattes, so I approve.
[He sits back in his chair, taking the coffee and drinking a sip. He smiles.]
Ah. Is this monster instant coffee, or human instant coffee?
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heh, okay. good.
[No, yup, he was right, that was flirting, because now Mettaton's doing it again. Wow. Wow? Wow. It's gotta just be a Mettaton thing, right? No one in the world wants to be with Sans. Even Dizzy Bunny, when she was up to her shenanigans, mostly just did it out of desperation. Plus she flirted with everyone. Yeah, okay. It's just Mettaton having some fun. Well, Sans can have some fun too. He levels a lazy grin at Mettaton.]
the joke being that i don't have one. but yeah, you're doing fine.
[That almost makes it sound like a challenge. Oops.]
i saw pictures one time of someone doing skulls with latte art. i can definitely get behind that sorta thing.
[He sips his own once he's noticed that Mettaton approves.]
it's monster coffee. human food's great, but it's kind of a pain in the ass for me. i generally just get monster stuff for simplicity's sake.
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You don't have a heart? Mm, I highly doubt that Sans. You looked so desperate to find that cat of yours, it looked like your "imaginary heart" was fit to burst with worry.
[He hears a distant jingle of a bell. 4 must be playing with a cat toy. Very apt timing.]
You can't care for something if you don't have a heart. I'm sure you've got a sweet spot somewhere in there, even if you don't show it. Maybe one day you will though.
[He settles more into the chair, crossing his legs.]
Not to imply that you have been anything other than friendly with me though. I appreciate it.
[He's still having a surprisingly good time.]
Yes, that is true. Monster food is so much cleaner in how it goes down. I adore human food but sometimes it is just too solid. Makes you yearn for that classic- magic taste.
[He almost slipped. He almost said "ghost." He must be more relaxed than he thought. Perhaps he should go after he's done with his coffee.]
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[It's amusing, and kind of nice even, how quickly Mettaton is willing to defend Sans from himself. And he hadn't even meant it as his usual self-deprecation.]
[It's also...kind of nice for someone to call him out on caring about things. He needs to be reminded sometimes.]
glad to hear i've been a gentlemonster. my brother would probably kill me if i was anything less with the famous mettaton.
[Man, this is comfortable. Like having a friend over. Like hanging with Alphys.]
right? i have to sorta mix my own magic in if i wanna eat human food. otherwise it goes right through me. hehe.
[He winks at Mettaton.]
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[This is far more comfortable than it has any right to be. But it kind of feels just like what he needed. Maybe he'll take Alphys up on her next invitation to hang out with people as a group.]
A very gentlemonster indeed! Even if you cat is less gentle. How did you come upon that adorable vagrant, anyhow?
[He should be getting ready to leave and yet he leans back in the chair more, taking another long sip of his coffee.]
Right through you?
[He blinks for a moment, confused. Sans isn't a... gho...s...t
Right. His face falls flat.]
Horrible. Horrible wordplay.
[He holds that face for a moment, then a smile breaks through and he shakes his head.]
How does your brother put up with you? Is he as much of a menace as you are?
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[Which is itself an interesting way to describe himself as a pun gremlin.]
he's kind of ornery, but he's gentle unless he's feeling threatened. he must've been spooked about all that big outdoors. which is funny, cause he was a street cat when i found him. sorta. picked him outta a cardboard box in the middle of the rain. can you imagine? i was just walking by and happened to hear him yowling.
[His eyelights go distant for just a moment. Humans can be so...unremarkably callous. Just this casual ability to actively not give a shit about other living things. Is that worse than passively not giving a shit, the way Sans does when he's at his lower points? He doesn't know. That's one of those moral arguments he tries not to get into anymore.]
funny thing is i was just planning on giving him food and shelter for a bit until someone else could adopt him. didn't think i'd be able to handle, uh. looking after a pet. but he just kinda stuck around.
[Anyway, enough waxing nostalgic and vaguely depressing. His grin brightens and he chuckles like an asshole when Mettaton catches the pun.]
yeah, maybe you're right. was kinda hollow.
[He leans back languidly in his chair.] heh, that's a question i ask myself daily. but nah, he's a great guy. his puns are few and far between, but they're actually impressive.
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[His eyes soften and he looks back towards the apartment to see 4 rolling on the floor with a toy ball. Such a sweet thing.]
It's surprising that no humans took him in. They love kittens.
[He shakes his head.]
But the world can be so complicated. Perhaps no one had the ability to take care of him until you.
[He turns back to Sans then with a smile.]
And now look at him. Loved, happy, and warm. He was lucky to have you find him.
[A little too sappy? Absolutely. Does Mettaton regret it? Not at all.]
Ugh. Terrible. Terrible! And to think you used to do standup. The audience should have booed you off the stage.
[All of that is said with a teasing tone. If he wasn't on the other side of the table, the way he says it would make it seem that he was gonna give Sans a gentle elbow to the ribs.]
I'm glad that you two get along so well. It's important that family loves each other.
[His soul feels warm at the thought of Napstablook and family.
He happens to glance down at his phone and starts for a moment.]
Oh, gracious, I hadn't realized how much time had passed. Alphys is going to be worried sick about me if I don't text her and head on over. I'm sorry to cut our conversation so short.
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[The world is complicated. Humans are strange. He spent too much time thinking about all of that as it is. Instead, he smiles fondly.]
but it's good he got a happy ending. i mean, guess we both did. he's part'f the family now.
[He actually blushes faintly.]
heh, well. just glad i'm doin' right by him.
[It's weird to think of that he's actually doing a good job of taking care of something. Which is hypocritical, since he did pretty damn well taking care of Papyrus when they were growing up.]
[He laughs.]
pfft, i'm pretty sure they did at least once.
[That was half the fun, though.]
heh. i am too.
[He blinks and sits back up, glancing at the clock on the coffee machine.]
oh, damn. i'm sorry, i uh, totally lost track of time. you want a travel mug for the rest of your coffee? i got loads. people keep giving 'em to me.
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[He collects his things as fast as possible, donning his hat and coat in a flash. He blinks a bit at Sans's suggestion.]
Oh... are you sure? I don't want to take your things.
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[It's a tentative suggestion, though his voice is level. It's been surprisingly nice talking to Mettaton and...honestly, he wants to do it again.]
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Well, if you insist...
[He reaches for his side and after a bit of fumbling with his clothes, opens a compartment and pulls out a pen and paper. He scribbles something on it then hands it to the skeleton.]
Here you go, darling. It's my number. You should send me a text so I get yours too. Of course if you don't want my number, that's fine. I signed my name underneath so if you ripped off the number part, you could absolutely sell the autograph for a good buck.
[He winks.]
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aw, hey, that's nice of you. i can give it to my brother. uh, the autograph part, heh. he'll totally flip.
and, uh...thanks. it's gotta be kinda...well, a risk, i guess. giving your number out to people, i mean. i appreciate it.
[It's...weirdly generous. Weird only in that it makes Sans feel like Mettaton trusts him. It feels undeserved. But then again, it always does. He's not the most trustworthy guy. He could probably sell this number on the internet for way more than even the autograph would go for.]
thank you. it'll be cool to talk to you again sometime.
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[He laughs then and leans forward suddenly, pressing a quick but soft kiss to Sans's cheek.]
I look forward to seeing you again. Now, about that coffee?
[He looks ready to sprint out the door; unsurprising, seeing as his phone is suddenly blowing up with texts.]
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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.
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Until next time, Sans!
[And with that he makes a quick dash to the door. Before he completely leaves, however, 4 approaches him and he leans down to give the cat a friendly pat. And then, with a silent wink back towards Sans, he disappears out the door.]