[Mettaton is unsurprised at the arsenal of tools, though it did him years ago to find them here. It was a blessing, really. It would suck if Aefenglom couldn't even produce tools like these, for him especially... Alphys, though departed, had been here for a long time, and by Mettaton's hassling she had to equip herself without her magic available. As he speaks, Mettaton watches idly.
This. Not very descriptive, Mettaton wants to interject. He crosses his arms, resisting the urge to thump his foot at being ignored... but it's all for a greater cause. He chews on this, just like he chews on the inside of his cheek.]
All right... [His voice comes out stilted and flat, and he glances away, then back to Lahabrea.] Well! I'm not the type to stay still in any sort of silence, I'm sure you've noticed. An hour?
[Mettaton rises from his seat, indicating his intent to leave.]
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This. Not very descriptive, Mettaton wants to interject. He crosses his arms, resisting the urge to thump his foot at being ignored... but it's all for a greater cause. He chews on this, just like he chews on the inside of his cheek.]
All right... [His voice comes out stilted and flat, and he glances away, then back to Lahabrea.] Well! I'm not the type to stay still in any sort of silence, I'm sure you've noticed. An hour?
[Mettaton rises from his seat, indicating his intent to leave.]