[That's... what Basil gets to hear from beyond his modest quarters, spoken in a booming, almost synthetic voice, deep and loud. The snow angel doesn't seem to care for Mettaton's invitation for now, not yet, and focuses instead on the way which its blade is lodged between splintered wood.]
LOOKING FOR WARMTH, ARE YOU? AND YOU IGNORE MOI, THE HOTTEST CELEBRITY IN TOWN?? [He makes a come-hither gesture with his curled finger, and the angel... actually glances over its shoulder, at least to source the ruckus that is Mettaton.] YES, DARLING! I MAY BE WITHOUT A PALTRY BLANKET TO SPARE...
[And to the angel, as part of his Distraction Tactic, Mettaton smooths his hands over his every angle Seductively(TM).]
...BUT YOU CAN'T GET HOTTER THAN A ROBOT, BUILT TO STOKE THE FIRE IN HEARTS EVERYWHERE! GUARANTEED TO RAISE YOUR BODY TEMPERATURE BY APPROXIMATELY TWENTY-TWO DEGREES, SOME MIGHT EVEN SAY I'M TOO HOT TO HANDLE! OHHHH YES! THAT'S METTATON!!
[If not for the absurd content, Mettaton's voice itself is enough that the angel finally stalls, at least momentarily distracted from its attack on Basil. That five-by-four display of MTT's forms its pixels into a red heart. ...It blanks out, when he adds for good measure:] ALSO. I WAS BUILT WITH AN ON-BOARD HEATER. YOU KNOW. FOR USE WITH A KOTATSU.
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[That's... what Basil gets to hear from beyond his modest quarters, spoken in a booming, almost synthetic voice, deep and loud. The snow angel doesn't seem to care for Mettaton's invitation for now, not yet, and focuses instead on the way which its blade is lodged between splintered wood.]
LOOKING FOR WARMTH, ARE YOU? AND YOU IGNORE MOI, THE HOTTEST CELEBRITY IN TOWN?? [He makes a come-hither gesture with his curled finger, and the angel... actually glances over its shoulder, at least to source the ruckus that is Mettaton.] YES, DARLING! I MAY BE WITHOUT A PALTRY BLANKET TO SPARE...
[And to the angel, as part of his Distraction Tactic, Mettaton smooths his hands over his every angle Seductively(TM).]
...BUT YOU CAN'T GET HOTTER THAN A ROBOT, BUILT TO STOKE THE FIRE IN HEARTS EVERYWHERE! GUARANTEED TO RAISE YOUR BODY TEMPERATURE BY APPROXIMATELY TWENTY-TWO DEGREES, SOME MIGHT EVEN SAY I'M TOO HOT TO HANDLE! OHHHH YES! THAT'S METTATON!!
[If not for the absurd content, Mettaton's voice itself is enough that the angel finally stalls, at least momentarily distracted from its attack on Basil. That five-by-four display of MTT's forms its pixels into a red heart. ...It blanks out, when he adds for good measure:] ALSO. I WAS BUILT WITH AN ON-BOARD HEATER. YOU KNOW. FOR USE WITH A KOTATSU.