[Mettaton nearly responds with enthusiasm, pleased to see that Ritsu's color has returned to him somewhat, but he freezes to rotate his body while he follows the boy's retreating figure until he's out of sight. And he simply lets him.
His screen puzzles through colors.]
...WHAT A PECULIAR HUMAN. I CAN'T FIGURE HIM OUT.
[In this room, we talk aloud to ourselves before resuming our business. Important business, like waiting for more possible occupants.]
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His screen puzzles through colors.]
...WHAT A PECULIAR HUMAN. I CAN'T FIGURE HIM OUT.
[In this room, we talk aloud to ourselves before resuming our business. Important business, like waiting for more possible occupants.]