[Mettaton pulls Sans gently into the room a little, which is also something he's not expecting. But that's fine. That's good. This is a good sign, Mettaton letting Sans into his space and all.]
[And it gives Sans a chance to very subtly try and find any stray mirrors.]
heh. well, i hate to break it to you, but i never pay my bills.
[Not on time, at least.]
[He looks up at Mettaton's face again, trying to watch the changing expressions and figure out what they mean. Distance. Exhaustion. Fear. Mettaton glances past him and Sans resists the urge to turn and see where he's looking.]
hey, it's okay. it's up to you. i can take it, though. i'm a pretty okay listener. it's...not a matter of should or shouldn't, okay? you can do whatever you want.
[He goes quiet for a bit, eyelights drifting slightly to the side just for a moment as he thinks about something.]
would you...be more, uh, comfortable talking to me somewhere else, maybe? there's, uh, tea rooms...or my room i guess. not very glamorous, though.
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[And it gives Sans a chance to very subtly try and find any stray mirrors.]
heh. well, i hate to break it to you, but i never pay my bills.
[Not on time, at least.]
[He looks up at Mettaton's face again, trying to watch the changing expressions and figure out what they mean. Distance. Exhaustion. Fear. Mettaton glances past him and Sans resists the urge to turn and see where he's looking.]
hey, it's okay. it's up to you. i can take it, though. i'm a pretty okay listener. it's...not a matter of should or shouldn't, okay? you can do whatever you want.
[He goes quiet for a bit, eyelights drifting slightly to the side just for a moment as he thinks about something.]
would you...be more, uh, comfortable talking to me somewhere else, maybe? there's, uh, tea rooms...or my room i guess. not very glamorous, though.