[Intoxicating is certainly the word of the night as Mettaton's soul flutters in its container, shining brightly for one brief second when he hears that soft stutter in Sans's breath. He wants him... so bad. He keeps looking to the screen, trying not to be too overbearing, trying to not read too much into things, but he's starting to run hot, both literally and metaphorically and perhaps he's going to need to blow off a little steam to make sure he doesn't move too fast.]
We have done that, yes, but that was mostly Wonderland's influence, as nice as it was.
[There's a swell of music from the movie and Mettaton's hands pause in their minute ministrations to smile. This is one of his favorite parts. And it gives him... an idea.]
My gift is my song~!
[He pauses in time with the movie, twisting his body so that he can look Sans dead in the eye sockets. His voice isn't particularly loud; it's more of a soft singing voice, clear and low. A timbre clearly meant for only one member of his audience.]
And this one's for you... and you can tell everybody that this is your song.
[It helps having the full backing of the movie as he twists more so he can be facing Sans fully, his hand pulling away from his spine so that he can hold himself up on one hip.]
It may be quite simple but now that it's done... I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind... that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you're in the world!
[He grins. There's a sparkle of pure happiness in his eyes, his soul now constantly glowing as he continues to serenade Sans.]
Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss; well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on~!
[He moves closer then, his eyes never leave Sans's, keeping the gaze steady as his own eyes soften with a deep fondness.]
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do... you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!
[He raises a hand then, gently pressing it to Sans's cheek bones.]
Anyway the thing is, what I really mean is, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen~!
[He leans in then, practically straddling Sans at this point as he continues to cup Sans's cheek bone in one hand press his forehead against Sans's. He's less than an inch away from his face but he maintains the distance, his soul softly illuminating his body.]
We have reached a new level of gay
We have done that, yes, but that was mostly Wonderland's influence, as nice as it was.
[There's a swell of music from the movie and Mettaton's hands pause in their minute ministrations to smile. This is one of his favorite parts. And it gives him... an idea.]
My gift is my song~!
[He pauses in time with the movie, twisting his body so that he can look Sans dead in the eye sockets. His voice isn't particularly loud; it's more of a soft singing voice, clear and low. A timbre clearly meant for only one member of his audience.]
And this one's for you... and you can tell everybody that this is your song.
[It helps having the full backing of the movie as he twists more so he can be facing Sans fully, his hand pulling away from his spine so that he can hold himself up on one hip.]
It may be quite simple but now that it's done... I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind... that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you're in the world!
[He grins. There's a sparkle of pure happiness in his eyes, his soul now constantly glowing as he continues to serenade Sans.]
Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss; well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on~!
[He moves closer then, his eyes never leave Sans's, keeping the gaze steady as his own eyes soften with a deep fondness.]
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do... you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!
[He raises a hand then, gently pressing it to Sans's cheek bones.]
Anyway the thing is, what I really mean is, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen~!
[He leans in then, practically straddling Sans at this point as he continues to cup Sans's cheek bone in one hand press his forehead against Sans's. He's less than an inch away from his face but he maintains the distance, his soul softly illuminating his body.]