[It's absolutely ridiculous. Completely absurd how the sound of Mettaton's voice, even muffled by the door, startles him into a totally uncontrolled, genuine smile. He has to catch himself before it goes too far, because otherwise he's just going to be a giddy, grinning idiot this whole night. Not that he ever even makes an attempt at anything approaching suave or whatever, but like...come on. You can't just go around being all--dumb and--happy and--]
[Anyway he should answer.]
yeah, coming.
[Oh dear god, what if he thinks that's a euphemism? What if Mettaton thinks he's trying too hard? Haha except that's impossible, he's Sans, he barely ever tries at all, at anything. Fuck. Just open the stupid door.]
[He opens the stupid door and looks up at Mettaton.]
[He's smiling again already, but this time it's softer, and this time he doesn't bother trying to stop it. This is what they mean about the anticipation being worse than the thing itself. It's just Mettaton. They've been doing this for so long already. No need to freak out. It's safe. They're both safe. Like home.]
shreiKEING
[Anyway he should answer.]
yeah, coming.
[Oh dear god, what if he thinks that's a euphemism? What if Mettaton thinks he's trying too hard? Haha except that's impossible, he's Sans, he barely ever tries at all, at anything. Fuck. Just open the stupid door.]
[He opens the stupid door and looks up at Mettaton.]
[Fuck. Shit. Holy fuck. He's gorgeous. He's always gorgeous.]
[Sans loves him so fucking much.]
hey.
[He's smiling again already, but this time it's softer, and this time he doesn't bother trying to stop it. This is what they mean about the anticipation being worse than the thing itself. It's just Mettaton. They've been doing this for so long already. No need to freak out. It's safe. They're both safe. Like home.]
[He pushes the door open wider.]
check it out. i cleaned.
[Sort of.]