[Ford wonders what Mettaton is getting up to behind the door, but he tells himself to be patient.
To Ford's surprise, the door finally opens to a disheveled robot. He's not shocked that anyone would look like hell after possession by Bill, but Mettaton always seems so put together. At least on the surface.
He doesn't judge the lack of eye contact. Instead, he just holds out a bouquet of six bright, hot pink roses, courtesy of one of the closets.]
... It's not a romantic gesture, but you gave me flowers once and I know you like pink, so...
[...]
Yes.
[Too much? He doesn't know what other people want to have as sympathy gifts. "Sorry you got possessed" cards aren't standard fare the last he checked.]
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To Ford's surprise, the door finally opens to a disheveled robot. He's not shocked that anyone would look like hell after possession by Bill, but Mettaton always seems so put together. At least on the surface.
He doesn't judge the lack of eye contact. Instead, he just holds out a bouquet of six bright, hot pink roses, courtesy of one of the closets.]
... It's not a romantic gesture, but you gave me flowers once and I know you like pink, so...
[...]
Yes.
[Too much? He doesn't know what other people want to have as sympathy gifts. "Sorry you got possessed" cards aren't standard fare the last he checked.]