@dropopsansy
Strawberry vapor exhales through black lips, pink fumes shaping into hearts and circles and squares and disappointing into the dark skyline. Or cavernline. Whatever one wanted to call it. He’d be happy to just stand there and watch the lights from the capital twinkle and spark from his spot in Hotland, but the diva though despoiled at his side seems to have other things on his mind. Wait. Did Mettaton have a set in the club tonight? That was probably it. Whoops.
He pushes off the wall with a smile, rubbing at an illusory crick in his next. Better face the music now. Literally. “What brings you my way, Daddy-o?”
It was no surprise that Mettaton was slacking off as usual. Most of the times he’d find the bot at one of his sentry stations in Hotland where he’d be selling his Starfaits, eaither recharging of just not doing his job at all. It was Sans’ job however ti make sure those who were regulars at the resort’s club were always punctual && on time however; the star did have his own business to attend to aswell! However, he seemed to be less busy tonight && recalling that Mettaton was on soon did he know just where the bot would be.
*’ay metta. He was right where he expected him to be, right outside of the resort as usual, leaning against the wall beside the bot in his lazy fashion did he give him a small wink before speaking. * you know you’re on soon, right?
