[Mettaton stiffens, his eyes turning from the mirror as the writing stills as well.
Mini. Yes. They did break that mirror. And his mirror had been none-too-pleased that they did.
'That thing was trying to block me from you!' 'That thing is my child and you will not talk about them like that!'
That conversation had been a huge argument. Mettaton had refused to let his mirror speak to Mini (something that Mini was sure to tell him they were grateful for), much to the increasing aggravation of the mirror. It was still a sore spot between them.]
Mini has been having some... troubles, as of late. As I said then, they've been a bit nervous. I think the presence of mirrors at all has been causing them trouble.
[It's a neutral, vague, and totally bullshit answer. His mirror writes to him irritably. Stop indulging him and finish this already! You're not allowed to speak to him, remember?
Mettaton looks to the mirror and sees the message, his eyes narrowing a bit as he responds. This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't messaged him in the first place.
Are you doubting me? You can't be doubting me. That's doubting yourself! You're being so cruel, Mettaton. And to me of all people! Me, the one who cares for you and helps you. The only one who loves you! I just want what's best for you, darling. Don't forget that.
Mettaton looks away, guilt settling into his gut. He's been quiet for a little too long he thinks so he hastens to continue talking.]
Ah, no, not unless windows count. There's nothing here, Sans, and nothing to worry about. And it's fine. I know your worry comes from a good place but at the risk of repeating myself I'm fine.
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Date: 2017-04-14 07:18 am (UTC)Mini. Yes. They did break that mirror. And his mirror had been none-too-pleased that they did.
'That thing was trying to block me from you!' 'That thing is my child and you will not talk about them like that!'
That conversation had been a huge argument. Mettaton had refused to let his mirror speak to Mini (something that Mini was sure to tell him they were grateful for), much to the increasing aggravation of the mirror. It was still a sore spot between them.]
Mini has been having some... troubles, as of late. As I said then, they've been a bit nervous. I think the presence of mirrors at all has been causing them trouble.
[It's a neutral, vague, and totally bullshit answer. His mirror writes to him irritably. Stop indulging him and finish this already! You're not allowed to speak to him, remember?
Mettaton looks to the mirror and sees the message, his eyes narrowing a bit as he responds. This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't messaged him in the first place.
Are you doubting me? You can't be doubting me. That's doubting yourself! You're being so cruel, Mettaton. And to me of all people! Me, the one who cares for you and helps you. The only one who loves you! I just want what's best for you, darling. Don't forget that.
Mettaton looks away, guilt settling into his gut. He's been quiet for a little too long he thinks so he hastens to continue talking.]
Ah, no, not unless windows count. There's nothing here, Sans, and nothing to worry about. And it's fine. I know your worry comes from a good place but at the risk of repeating myself I'm fine.