[Mettaton has seen Jean's world. Things are messed up there. They have some wild gear, there are titans ambling about, titan shifters, vast skies, a massive wall... But, perhaps, no robots. If Mikasa's general reaction to all of him has ever been an indication. Still, is it so hard to imagine?
His bunny ears flatten irritably. Mettaton lets out an actual sound that resembles a sigh, a drawn out stream of a noise that resembles air. He doesn't have lungs. He presses a hand to his front.]
JEAN, DARLING. LISTEN. I'M SOMETHING CALLED A ROBOT. ROBOTS... ARE BEINGS MADE OF METAL, AND OTHER STUFF. THIS IS MY FACE. I'M A TALKING BOX BECAUSE THIS IS HOW THIS BODY WAS BUILT, OF COURSE!
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[Mettaton has seen Jean's world. Things are messed up there. They have some wild gear, there are titans ambling about, titan shifters, vast skies, a massive wall... But, perhaps, no robots. If Mikasa's general reaction to all of him has ever been an indication. Still, is it so hard to imagine?
His bunny ears flatten irritably. Mettaton lets out an actual sound that resembles a sigh, a drawn out stream of a noise that resembles air. He doesn't have lungs. He presses a hand to his front.]
JEAN, DARLING. LISTEN. I'M SOMETHING CALLED A ROBOT. ROBOTS... ARE BEINGS MADE OF METAL, AND OTHER STUFF. THIS IS MY FACE. I'M A TALKING BOX BECAUSE THIS IS HOW THIS BODY WAS BUILT, OF COURSE!