["Oh. He was probably hurting up there... Not in a good way," says a deep blue flower on Mettaton's behalf, fortunately and unfortunately not the one targeted by Hank. He narrows his eye a little at it before trying to ignore it in favor of paying attention to their current conversation.
Of course he'd launch straight into squashing the flowers at his first opportunity, muses Mettaton. He would have done it all along if he could, he's sure, if asking for Mettaton to do it wasn't enough of a clue. He's still glad to have had the chance to be privy to his thoughts, as much of a hypocrite as that makes him: it easily demonstrated that there's more to this man beyond his abrasive exterior.]
AND YOU HAVE A WEIRD WAY OF THANKING YOUR KNIGHT IN GLISTENING ARMOR... [Glistening, as emphasized by the way he rubs his finger against his polished chest plate.] But you're welcome. Who knows how long you might have remained strung up, had I abandoned you? That would be heartless of me. Besides... if I could defeat whatever negative preconceptions you had of me based on being a robot, I'm thrilled to do so.
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Of course he'd launch straight into squashing the flowers at his first opportunity, muses Mettaton. He would have done it all along if he could, he's sure, if asking for Mettaton to do it wasn't enough of a clue. He's still glad to have had the chance to be privy to his thoughts, as much of a hypocrite as that makes him: it easily demonstrated that there's more to this man beyond his abrasive exterior.]
AND YOU HAVE A WEIRD WAY OF THANKING YOUR KNIGHT IN GLISTENING ARMOR... [Glistening, as emphasized by the way he rubs his finger against his polished chest plate.] But you're welcome. Who knows how long you might have remained strung up, had I abandoned you? That would be heartless of me. Besides... if I could defeat whatever negative preconceptions you had of me based on being a robot, I'm thrilled to do so.