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Mettaton laid in the hospital bed, aimlessly counting the tiles as he waited for his friend to make an appearance. The idol had texted him beforehand, asking him to come see him in person so he could formally apologize. He felt guilty. Nathaniel had worked so hard to put everything together...and to see all of his hard work go up in flames and tarnished with such a disappointing night? Mettaton couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach thinking about it. He heard a knock at the door and crooned his head to call out to the door.

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It had been a while since he had been called out to another district for work. Though Souda didn’t mind. It was nice getting a change in scenery for once! But he was a little nervous, going to a fancy restaurant to fix their air conditioner. Not to toot his own horn, but they must have had something big going on and needed it fixed quick if they called him. 

Especially since the district probably had it’s own ace mechanics.

When Souda reached the place, he felt a little (a lot) out of place...it really was a lot nicer than he thought it would be. Even opening the door was stressful, though it (thankfully) wasn’t during business hours, so at least he didn’t have to worry about disturbing customers and staff.

A quick walk around the festival grounds and the stands was all he needed to tell himself everything was safe and sound, at least for enough time so he could go back and buy himself some food and one of the colorful masks that were quickly becoming an attraction of their own. And he already knew what he wanted from the first time he looked around.

There was one in particular looked like it was made for him: a black and purple kitsune mask, the only remaining among the white and red ones. It was his mask already, he had came back specifically for it... only to arrive in time to see another man buying it.

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Sans really wasn’t much for festivals or social events in general...but, well, it seemed fun enough. Plus the food didn’t seem too expensive. Though he could say that the real reason he was there was because he just didn’t feel like cooking and the place he usually went to for dinner was closed due to a grill fire.

So, there he was, in his fur-collared hoodie, hands stuffed in his pockets while some stand owner tried to peddle him some Japanese octopus ball with more enthusiasm than should be socially acceptable. He took a step back, said thanks but maybe later, and turned to glance at another stand.

And immediately ran face first into someone’s chest.

“Oops. Sorry.” He apologized, laughing lightly and in a friendly manner. “Didn’t see you,” He looked up at the stranger he had collided with. “up there.” 

That wasn’t something she expected to hear outside a line from her jobs-- it confused her, honestly. It sounded a lot more like something someone would say to her sister rather than her, since most seemed to think Neasa could handle herself just fine while her twin was the seemingly delicate one.

But it felt kinda strange. Hearing him say that to her... somehow, she felt relieved about it.