[Mettaton doesn't even have the energy much to reply to her message, so he just collapses back against the bed until she arrives, where he musters the energy to sit back up.
Mettaton offers Alphys a smile. But oh, god. His hair is a rat's nest of tangles, clods of dirt, and dried... blood?? if all of the flecks of brownish-red all over his body are any indication. He's a horrible mess.
So un-glamorous. ONLY Alphys can see this mess, and even then a twinge of a grimace flashes on his features, knowing what she's beholding. But he's quick to brighten at the sight of actual hairbrushes, and mirrors.]
Oh, Alphys! You went above and beyond. You're my hero!
[Mettaton works to clap his hands together in front of him. But the Faun may notice next that he has company: a man is practically unconscious, laying under the blankets and tucked under Mettaton's arm.
He doesn't stir. Not even when Mettaton makes grabby hands for the brush and the mirror.]
I haven't gotten a chance to see how awful I look, but I've been told it's absolutely harrowing. Death is ugly, no matter how pretty I am! Would you mind, darling...?
[So there's just a lot of stuff here to react to, and Mettaton's more focused on his hair. Yeahhh ★]
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Mettaton offers Alphys a smile. But oh, god. His hair is a rat's nest of tangles, clods of dirt, and dried... blood?? if all of the flecks of brownish-red all over his body are any indication. He's a horrible mess.
So un-glamorous. ONLY Alphys can see this mess, and even then a twinge of a grimace flashes on his features, knowing what she's beholding. But he's quick to brighten at the sight of actual hairbrushes, and mirrors.]
Oh, Alphys! You went above and beyond. You're my hero!
[Mettaton works to clap his hands together in front of him. But the Faun may notice next that he has company: a man is practically unconscious, laying under the blankets and tucked under Mettaton's arm.
He doesn't stir. Not even when Mettaton makes grabby hands for the brush and the mirror.]
I haven't gotten a chance to see how awful I look, but I've been told it's absolutely harrowing. Death is ugly, no matter how pretty I am! Would you mind, darling...?
[So there's just a lot of stuff here to react to, and Mettaton's more focused on his hair. Yeahhh ★]