The smile drops, instantly, replaced with a look of disdain that doesn't give away any of the creeping apprehension inside him. Maybe the human is just having a bad day - or maybe he's expecting the thing he's addressing to do as it's told without complaint. Maybe machines don't warrant any kind of courtesy.
Either way. Mettaton's not just going to take that.
He folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Please, darling. If I knew the answer to that last one, I wouldn't be here myself."
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Date: 2018-05-14 12:02 am (UTC)Either way. Mettaton's not just going to take that.
He folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Please, darling. If I knew the answer to that last one, I wouldn't be here myself."