For the most part, Lan Sizhui likes to think he's seen just about everything, having lived in Amani for nearly a year and a half now, but seeing a robot(?) completely sprawled across the entirety of a table is definitely new to him.
At first, he cannot even muster up the words to respond, standing there wide-eyed and open-mouthed, his head faintly tipped with consideration. Why? is his initial thought, even if he's quite certain that would cause offense, the situation taken into account, though it does cross his mind. Instead, he straightens his posture, casts his little white horned snake a glance where she's resting on his shoulder, an eyebrow lifting as her large eyes adjust and focus like a camera lens and click— actually snap a picture of Mettaton in his ridiculous pose.
He shakes his head, raises a hand and gently pushes the DTF back into the collar of his sweater before she gets any other ideas (or Mettaton tries leaving an autograph). “Ah, well, it might be impossible to sign a picture that isn't physically available.” How about they just move on to something else entirely?
“What, uhm, what are you doing with those grapes?” Let's be real here, Mettaton's lucky that Sizhui isn't the type to just. Push him off the table. Because honestly, what is he doing??? And he's once again curious: why?
fruits of fall;
At first, he cannot even muster up the words to respond, standing there wide-eyed and open-mouthed, his head faintly tipped with consideration. Why? is his initial thought, even if he's quite certain that would cause offense, the situation taken into account, though it does cross his mind. Instead, he straightens his posture, casts his little white horned snake a glance where she's resting on his shoulder, an eyebrow lifting as her large eyes adjust and focus like a camera lens and click— actually snap a picture of Mettaton in his ridiculous pose.
He shakes his head, raises a hand and gently pushes the DTF back into the collar of his sweater before she gets any other ideas (or Mettaton tries leaving an autograph). “Ah, well, it might be impossible to sign a picture that isn't physically available.” How about they just move on to something else entirely?
“What, uhm, what are you doing with those grapes?” Let's be real here, Mettaton's lucky that Sizhui isn't the type to just. Push him off the table. Because honestly, what is he doing??? And he's once again curious: why?