One of those times he's practicing the violin, he'll hear the sound of applause and the click of heels as a beautiful robot in a crown and a flowery suit walks into the music room.
Mettaton had considered walking straight back out again, when he recognised the other person in here already as one of his rival self's friends. But, no. He'd rather be despised than isolated. He's done avoiding people. If they've seen his ugly secrets scattered all around the castle, then he'll play the cackling villain they love to hate. If Barnaby's first words to him are what are you doing here you murderous despot then fine.
Better not to assume he knows about that right off the bat, though. Mettaton offers a perfectly friendly smile. "It's Barnaby, right? I didn't know you played."
...and that smile fades just a little at the edges as he approaches the other man. Something feels off here. Is there a chill in the air, or...?
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Date: 2017-05-04 09:50 pm (UTC)Mettaton had considered walking straight back out again, when he recognised the other person in here already as one of his rival self's friends. But, no. He'd rather be despised than isolated. He's done avoiding people. If they've seen his ugly secrets scattered all around the castle, then he'll play the cackling villain they love to hate. If Barnaby's first words to him are what are you doing here you murderous despot then fine.
Better not to assume he knows about that right off the bat, though. Mettaton offers a perfectly friendly smile. "It's Barnaby, right? I didn't know you played."
...and that smile fades just a little at the edges as he approaches the other man. Something feels off here. Is there a chill in the air, or...?