[When Mettaton finds the gift, he grins at the candy. Of course. It's like an inside joke for the two of them now. The whiskey is much appreciated and he eyes it curiously, looking at the proof. The blanket is immediately commandeered by Mini and Mettaton smiles as they roll in it.
The stone makes him stop in his tracks. He holds it delicately in his hands and he feels something swell in his soul that he doesn't care to name. That one he places on a small bedside desk that holds a scarf and a special bouquet of flowers. It feels appropriate to put it there.
The mistletoe, now... that is intriguing in more ways than one. He places a few sprigs into one of his side compartments. Perhaps he'll give Sans a bit of a surprise in the future. He thinks he'd like that.]
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The stone makes him stop in his tracks. He holds it delicately in his hands and he feels something swell in his soul that he doesn't care to name. That one he places on a small bedside desk that holds a scarf and a special bouquet of flowers. It feels appropriate to put it there.
The mistletoe, now... that is intriguing in more ways than one. He places a few sprigs into one of his side compartments. Perhaps he'll give Sans a bit of a surprise in the future. He thinks he'd like that.]