[Hank grimaces, shrugs, looking away and shoving his hands in his pockets. The gesture feels weird, his body’s still used to having his arms up, and he starts rolling his shoulders some more.]
You don’t need to worry about me... I don’t know, trying to order you around or whatever. The androids here aren’t... You know. It’s different there.
[He shrugs again and then looks up, eyes flickering over Mettaton’s chest plate. Glistening? says a flower, in a tone of baffled disgust. Really? It’s not something that needed to be said but it wasn’t a deep shameful secret or anything, so Hank decides that one can stay. He does want to change the subject, though; there aren’t many different thoughts talking about glistening robots might dig up in him but the ones that are waiting in his head need to fuckin stay there.]
You don’t uh, have to worry about the vine thing though, I wasn’t up there long enough to pull anything or whatever, I’ll probably just he sore for a while.
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You don’t need to worry about me... I don’t know, trying to order you around or whatever. The androids here aren’t... You know. It’s different there.
[He shrugs again and then looks up, eyes flickering over Mettaton’s chest plate. Glistening? says a flower, in a tone of baffled disgust. Really? It’s not something that needed to be said but it wasn’t a deep shameful secret or anything, so Hank decides that one can stay. He does want to change the subject, though; there aren’t many different thoughts talking about glistening robots might dig up in him but the ones that are waiting in his head need to fuckin stay there.]
You don’t uh, have to worry about the vine thing though, I wasn’t up there long enough to pull anything or whatever, I’ll probably just he sore for a while.