[ He doesn't expect it to surprise her that much, and he instantly feels bad. Grabbing some paper towels, he heads over to her with them so she can wipe her hair once she's done washing it. ]
M, my bad...
[ He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, hoping that getting the chocolate off her hair won't be too difficult. ]
no subject
M, my bad...
[ He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, hoping that getting the chocolate off her hair won't be too difficult. ]
Nah, it's aight, that was enough.
[ ...... ]
...Say, do you still like Mettaton?
[ Everyone cheer for this insensitive dumbass. ]