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“I think dancing is so cool. How do you do it? How much do you practice?” The prince looks at the robot, eyes glittering as he stared. He hummed quietly. “Are you just a natural?”
Asriel could only pray that he would one day have as many talents as Mettaton. A piece of him knows that it would be useless to even practice. Resets were going to come eventually. They always did. A soft fear suddenly struck his heart. How much did Mettaton know about him? As one of Alphys’ dearest friends, always in the labs, did he see the notes about her experiments on him? Did he see her current notes about the treatment and therapy he was receiving from the scientist? He swallowed, and decided to keep the topic moving. He rolled his shoulders and pushed a peaceful facade onto his cheeks.
“You’re good at a lotta stuff, huh?”
