telepathy

[napstablook]

[ This telepathic message sidles into your brain like it's trying not to be noticed. ]

Hey... could someone... help me... build a thing...

... Or not... don't worry if you can't.

Anyway... thanks... if you do...

... Or if you don't.

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[showybusiness]

Nobody is as cool as me. Yet, they get on with their lives.

[napstablook]

I guess that's true...

... heh.

[showybusiness]

[ His telekinetic giggle was tinny and aurally unpleasant; unlike his in-person giggle, which in this case would have been warm and pleased. ]

We can make our own little living space near the pens! To keep watch. Like... old times.

[napstablook]

... You... you really... want to do that?

[ Telepathy couldn't really convey exactly how touched that offer had made them. Stunned, actually, right now. ]

[showybusiness]

Why so shocked?! Of course I do! I need a place to decorate and put my treasures, and you're the only roommate I've ever had. Or liked.

[ Sorry Alphys. Kind of? Anime sucks. That's the problem there. ]

[napstablook]

Oh wow, Mettaton, I...

[ They smiled. ]

I'd love to... to do that.

[showybusiness]

Then it's settled! I won't hear any argument or take-backs.

[napstablook]

We could put all your stuff in there... and my music stuff, too.

[ ... Oh. ]

When... when I get some, I mean...

[showybusiness]

You still don't have any?! Here, I'll go to URSULA and Dirk and ask for you. Or you can come with me. How's that?

[napstablook]

I don't know they might not like it if I come with you? But I'll... write them a song... as a thank you...

[showybusiness]

Why would anyone not like you being there?! The last ghost in existence and THE superstar of the underground?! Please. They're BLESSED.

[napstablook]

Do you think I should go...?

[showybusiness]

That's what I'm saying, sweetheart. Do it for me?

[napstablook]

I...

... Okay. If it's for you...