if i keep my eyes closed - private, mettaton

[JOHN WHISKERS]

[justify]John smiled at hearing Mettaton respecting his name, and his consequent chatter afterwards. More wine? It wasn't quite his style, but sure. Might as well, right?

"Alright, pour me another glass then." John said after draining the rest of his glass, before extending it towards Mettaton. He frowned slightly as Metta shifted and slouched, and drew himself inward. He watched with what he prayed wasn't concern.

"Yeah, she won't. Who gives a shit what Sel thinks, though?" John said as he set down his glass and reached over to pat Mettaton awkwardly on his back. "I've- I've gotten into much worse situations and she's patched me up. Can't lower her expectations any further then they've been since we met." He took a breath, still rusty at the whole comforting thing. "'Sides, she likes you. It'll be fine."[/justify]

we're swimming with the sharks until we drown