[Welp. He tried. 'Bout all anyone can ask of him, so he don't bother to press the point. Don't bother to press the proverbial buttons any further. He simply flaps a hand vaguely in Mettaton's direction, rolling his shoulders wryly.]
Please. I never try.
[That's a filthy lie, after the week he's had. But nobody needs to know that. Even if...technically, a whole lotta everybody knows it. Those city-wide search parties made sure of that.]
Take it you didn't come in from a real nice party.
[The scarf's a dead giveaway. Heh heh. Even better, y'know? A dead one. 'Cause he -
Yeah, he's hilarious. But more importantly, the way his chassis is all banged up to hell, the way he don't like like the varnished, glamorous star of the Underground, that's even more of an indication as to what kinda life he might'a been having.
What the hell kinda ending nets you a look like that? 'Scuse him for sayin' so, but he don't think "post-apocalyptic vogue" is really in this year.]
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Please. I never try.
[That's a filthy lie, after the week he's had. But nobody needs to know that. Even if...technically, a whole lotta everybody knows it. Those city-wide search parties made sure of that.]
Take it you didn't come in from a real nice party.
[The scarf's a dead giveaway. Heh heh. Even better, y'know? A dead one. 'Cause he -
Yeah, he's hilarious. But more importantly, the way his chassis is all banged up to hell, the way he don't like like the varnished, glamorous star of the Underground, that's even more of an indication as to what kinda life he might'a been having.
What the hell kinda ending nets you a look like that? 'Scuse him for sayin' so, but he don't think "post-apocalyptic vogue" is really in this year.]