[But he WILL take that experience to heart and do it... because it's part of the human experience, and all. He must have it.
Just like he's taking a fork and stealing some of the eggs off of her plate, just as blatantly foreshadowed. Was that not an invitation? It may as well be. How lucky for her to be having Mettaton interested in something she has, etc.]
I'll have to track him down. [He seemed nice enough when he spoke to him over the network. Docile, kind... and very likely easy to push around.] But for now! Don't mind if I do.
[He is going to try... the eggs. Cue audience's bated breath, waiting to see Mettaton's first impression of food, ever.]
. . . . .
[It's a sensory cocktail of texture, taste, and smell, on top of its visual. Mettaton grows grimly straight-faced and uncomfortable with eggs, frozen like a broken machine.]
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Just like he's taking a fork and stealing some of the eggs off of her plate, just as blatantly foreshadowed. Was that not an invitation? It may as well be. How lucky for her to be having Mettaton interested in something she has, etc.]
I'll have to track him down. [He seemed nice enough when he spoke to him over the network. Docile, kind... and very likely easy to push around.] But for now! Don't mind if I do.
[He is going to try... the eggs. Cue audience's bated breath, waiting to see Mettaton's first impression of food, ever.]
. . . . .
[It's a sensory cocktail of texture, taste, and smell, on top of its visual. Mettaton grows grimly straight-faced and uncomfortable with eggs, frozen like a broken machine.]