Well, now. A hand goes to his hip. That's a reaction he hasn't received for a long time--not since he first reached the surface. Now that he's well on his way to becoming famous with humans, their surprise these days is usually followed by the good kind of excitement.
That's fine, of course. He has no doubts this boy will be another fan of his before they know it.
He spreads his hands, showing that they're empty, as he says, "I can't say I'm surprised. I've only just arrived, myself, and this castle is much too large for the number of people living in it.
"Anyway. I'm Mettaton: pop idol and movie star extraordinaire!" He resists the urge to strike a pose; sudden movements would no doubt scare the poor child, and that would certainly count. "What's your name, darling?"
Awesome. Here's your ghost in the kitchen, then, Lucas! And no worries--he's had this happen before.
That's fine, of course. He has no doubts this boy will be another fan of his before they know it.
He spreads his hands, showing that they're empty, as he says, "I can't say I'm surprised. I've only just arrived, myself, and this castle is much too large for the number of people living in it.
"Anyway. I'm Mettaton: pop idol and movie star extraordinaire!" He resists the urge to strike a pose; sudden movements would no doubt scare the poor child, and that would certainly count. "What's your name, darling?"