[Mettaton leans with the momentum to pull himself up to Keith's level, which he does with success thanks to the help. His hand instinctively moves to rest on Keith's shoulder for support while rises to his full height. With the unsteadiness of a newborn fawn, Mettaton tries to distribute his weight evenly between his two misbehaving legs.
It's lucky he wasn't relying solely on his own balance: just when he thinks he's steadied himself, the robotic idol's right leg sporadically kicks out to stab the wall behind him with his incredibly sharp heel. His eye widens in surprise, his grip tightening on Keith's shoulder this time. Appearing like a malfunctioning robot without control of his own body isn't his favorite way of being seen.]
... Well. [He wills his leg to stop doing that. He narrows his eye, not too pleased to be doing things against his will.] I'm up, thanks to you. Although now you can see what I mean about my body's... wild disobedience.
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It's lucky he wasn't relying solely on his own balance: just when he thinks he's steadied himself, the robotic idol's right leg sporadically kicks out to stab the wall behind him with his incredibly sharp heel. His eye widens in surprise, his grip tightening on Keith's shoulder this time. Appearing like a malfunctioning robot without control of his own body isn't his favorite way of being seen.]
... Well. [He wills his leg to stop doing that. He narrows his eye, not too pleased to be doing things against his will.] I'm up, thanks to you. Although now you can see what I mean about my body's... wild disobedience.