01-30-2017, 10:58 PM
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Mettaton moved cautiously, keeping his eye open for the runt, though also definitely on the forest floor. He didn't want to lose a leg, too. His mind was working quickly, as he gripped his knife. The asshole wasn't sneaking around here, trying to find him, was he? If he ended up getting stabbed in the back, god he hoped Sel would kill the fucker. He turned, moving around a thick tree trunk, and paused when he saw movement ahead. He froze, narrowing his eye--was that John?
Yes. He smirked, tapping his knife against the tree trunk to get his attention. "Ciao."
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