her arms wrap tight around him, and Mettaton... can't deny the warmth he feels in return, her tears obviously an act of appreciation. and goodness, what appreciation she has to show. the robot pats her gently, apple still perched between his fingers.]
And blessed I am. Thank you, darling. [mtt is so blessed... he is his own source of blessing...
some terminology in here he doesn't register, but quickly acknowledges it to be some otherworldly quirk. (he doesn't breathe, and he also doesn't point that out.) but with the apple in his clutches, he eases the coveted fruit closer to Freyja, encouraging her to take it.]
You must have fallen victim to the wiles of those snow angels. Did they take your coat, too? I hope not! It does about as much good as bundling a robot up: totally useless!! But at least it's fashionable.
[... and yet, he'd once given a figure of ice his jacket. he dwells on this, before refocusing on the conversation in the her, the now.]
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GOOD LORD NOL THAT PICher arms wrap tight around him, and Mettaton... can't deny the warmth he feels in return, her tears obviously an act of appreciation. and goodness, what appreciation she has to show. the robot pats her gently, apple still perched between his fingers.]
And blessed I am. Thank you, darling. [mtt is so blessed... he is his own source of blessing...
some terminology in here he doesn't register, but quickly acknowledges it to be some otherworldly quirk. (he doesn't breathe, and he also doesn't point that out.) but with the apple in his clutches, he eases the coveted fruit closer to Freyja, encouraging her to take it.]
You must have fallen victim to the wiles of those snow angels. Did they take your coat, too? I hope not! It does about as much good as bundling a robot up: totally useless!! But at least it's fashionable.
[... and yet, he'd once given a figure of ice his jacket. he dwells on this, before refocusing on the conversation in the her, the now.]