[Mettaton's certainly reacting, if the glow from his soul is any indication. Man, they're not even a half an hour into the movie yet.]
heh, true. answer stays the same, though.
[He's definitely not expecting Mettaton to immediately burst into song. Ironically enough, his first thought is that it's an event, but--no. Even Wonderland doesn't have timing that good. No, it's literally just Mettaton following through with what he does best--absolutely blow Sans away.]
[Sans completely forgets the TV is even there. He turns on the bed, staring up at Mettaton with something like awe. God, he's an amazing singer, and god, he's so beautiful, and holy shit is Sans so in love. A year ago he would have said he was incapable of an emotion this complex and deep, and yet here he is. Somehow. How the hell did someone like him end up with someone as incredible as Mettaton?]
[The song feels like falling in love a second time. He doesn't look away, leaning into the touches, smiling like a fool at some of the lyrics. This is so silly. This is so wonderful.]
[He leans back instinctively as Mettaton moves in closer, bracing himself on one hand, leaving the other one free so he can hold onto Mettaton. When Mettaton presses his forehead to his own, Sans practically melts, holding on for dear life as a little shiver runs through him. He moves his hand up Mettaton's arm to his face, cradling his cheek.]
[He has to just breathe for a moment. Everything is warm.]
heh. yanno, i'dda kissed you even without the song.
[His grin widens for a moment as a giddy little thrill sparks through his soul.]
not complaining, though.
[He closes the distance, gently pressing his teeth to Mettaton's mouth. It's...not easy, initiating a kiss when all you've got is teeth, but for once, he doesn't care. He's not even thinking about it. He leans back, tugging Mettaton with him, teeth parting in invitation.]
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Date: 2018-11-28 02:20 am (UTC)heh, true. answer stays the same, though.
[He's definitely not expecting Mettaton to immediately burst into song. Ironically enough, his first thought is that it's an event, but--no. Even Wonderland doesn't have timing that good. No, it's literally just Mettaton following through with what he does best--absolutely blow Sans away.]
[Sans completely forgets the TV is even there. He turns on the bed, staring up at Mettaton with something like awe. God, he's an amazing singer, and god, he's so beautiful, and holy shit is Sans so in love. A year ago he would have said he was incapable of an emotion this complex and deep, and yet here he is. Somehow. How the hell did someone like him end up with someone as incredible as Mettaton?]
[The song feels like falling in love a second time. He doesn't look away, leaning into the touches, smiling like a fool at some of the lyrics. This is so silly. This is so wonderful.]
[He leans back instinctively as Mettaton moves in closer, bracing himself on one hand, leaving the other one free so he can hold onto Mettaton. When Mettaton presses his forehead to his own, Sans practically melts, holding on for dear life as a little shiver runs through him. He moves his hand up Mettaton's arm to his face, cradling his cheek.]
[He has to just breathe for a moment. Everything is warm.]
heh. yanno, i'dda kissed you even without the song.
[His grin widens for a moment as a giddy little thrill sparks through his soul.]
not complaining, though.
[He closes the distance, gently pressing his teeth to Mettaton's mouth. It's...not easy, initiating a kiss when all you've got is teeth, but for once, he doesn't care. He's not even thinking about it. He leans back, tugging Mettaton with him, teeth parting in invitation.]