[He gives a satisfied little hum. Mettaton seems more hesitant than usual, but that's...probably normal. He's always so careful with Sans. Sans is usually the one kind of helplessly staggering along, following Mettaton's lead. And he's all for Mettaton taking charge. Much less work that way.]
[He's just. Trying to find a nonverbal way to convey that he's into this. He's hyperaware of his body and magic right now, because he knows too well that his mood can vanish in an instant. But so far so good. Every touch gets him a little bit more wired. He just really doesn't want to actually have to say anything that's going to sound ridiculous coming out of his mouth.]
[Mettaton seems to be picking up on it, maybe, and Sans's breath catches as Mettaton toys with his vertebrae. He leans his head against Mettaton's shoulder, basking in it. It's good enough with Mettaton's attention split, but god, since that night on the roof he's come to understand what Mettaton's total attention is like.]
[It's intoxicating.]
yeah.
[He's not gonna think about it, not right now. He spends most nights trying not to think about being the last one here again, having to go on after Papyrus and Mettaton and Asgore have gone. He's in too good a mood to bother with any of that right now.]
[He chuckles at the comment.]
i mean, haven't we both literally done that?
[He nuzzles against Mettaton's arm.]
probably laugh. and then wanna kiss you.
[God, when did he turn into such a freaking goober? Oh wait, he's always been on the goober spectrum. He's just worse lately. Something something being in love.]
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[He's just. Trying to find a nonverbal way to convey that he's into this. He's hyperaware of his body and magic right now, because he knows too well that his mood can vanish in an instant. But so far so good. Every touch gets him a little bit more wired. He just really doesn't want to actually have to say anything that's going to sound ridiculous coming out of his mouth.]
[Mettaton seems to be picking up on it, maybe, and Sans's breath catches as Mettaton toys with his vertebrae. He leans his head against Mettaton's shoulder, basking in it. It's good enough with Mettaton's attention split, but god, since that night on the roof he's come to understand what Mettaton's total attention is like.]
[It's intoxicating.]
yeah.
[He's not gonna think about it, not right now. He spends most nights trying not to think about being the last one here again, having to go on after Papyrus and Mettaton and Asgore have gone. He's in too good a mood to bother with any of that right now.]
[He chuckles at the comment.]
i mean, haven't we both literally done that?
[He nuzzles against Mettaton's arm.]
probably laugh. and then wanna kiss you.
[God, when did he turn into such a freaking goober? Oh wait, he's always been on the goober spectrum. He's just worse lately. Something something being in love.]