PATIENCE IS A NOT A VIRTUE WITH WHICH I AGREE | joining

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[i]*:･ﾟ✧ METTATON

Mettaton had recently taken back to his usual habit of greeting the numerous idiots who fell into the badlands, and this time, it seemed to promise something interesting. She'd already managed to piss off dear Tati, which wasn't difficult, but at least it meant he knew which side to take. The tall and flamboyantly (read: sparkly) dressed man wove his way up to where dear Elizabeth was hosting her little greeting party, boots carefully stepping around any spills or anything else disgusting. When he'd finally come up beside Tatiana, towering more than a foot above her, he turned his black-painted eye to the woman. Very fair, pale, white hair, clean, goodness--she looked like an angel food cake. He smirked delicately, holding up a hand and frowning down at Tatiana. [b]"Dear, your temper is going to be the death of you." He looked up at Elizabeth, and gave a shrug to her. "Johnny, don't ingratiate yourself, that's just weak. I love you, darling, but please." He barely knew Johnny. He'd once given him some comic books, though, if he recalled, that had to count for something?
"I'm Mettaton. Is there any particular reason you want to throw your lot in with us? You certainly seem disgusted enough by the little gremlin at my side. There's plenty of....other...places...I'm sure you could fit right in in Saint Peters, or who knows, there's bound to be other towns more suited to your liking."

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