[She's apprehensive as she hears the locks clicking, not daring to let herself hope that she's done something right, that she can break through to whatever's bothering him, but Mettaton can't miss the growing smile on her face when she sees him there. He's... he's here. Through it all, through the shows for the camera and people coming to call and not getting in and the tenuous stress that maybe, here and now, is where she loses him...
He's here, after all.
It takes her very little time to close the gap between them, throwing her arms around his middle. Always too damn tall to reach his face.]
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He's here, after all.
It takes her very little time to close the gap between them, throwing her arms around his middle. Always too damn tall to reach his face.]
I'm so h-happy to see you.