01-29-2017, 06:36 PM
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It had been a beautiful prank. Beautiful in the aesthetic sense, at least--Mettaton knew it wouldn't actually be that hilarious to anyone but himself. Which in the end was all that mattered, right? Seeing Fen's beautiful features sparkling--he'd gotten some on his cheeks, which made the newly promoted man snort--was just great. He wasn't planning on getting too near, but he'd happened to pass by, and was now trying to see what his friend was up to. He was...with the worm? What?
Forgetting himself, he strode out, still smirking. "What'cha up to, Jamie, dear?" Not even the worm escaped his pet names, but it was often clear Mettaton didn't mean him too much friendliness--though he wasn't exactly prone to torturing the man, either.
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