"Brrrr... it's f-f-freezing out here," Alphys said. Used to Hotland's searing heat, she was feeling the chill even more than most.
Pressing up against Mettaton, she sighed comfortably. "I don't know why you wanted to come out this way, but you'd better keep sharing that h-heat, Mettaton," she joked. @thealphashypal
Walking in long strides, Mettaton eventually had to slow his pace the further they made it to Snowdin just so that the royal scientist wasn't practically jogging after him after every few steps. It was a little harder to walk in the snow, he could only assume. Or it was just short people things. " You think so? I didn't notice. " He comments, casting a smug grin her way as he rejoins her side for probably the tenth time.
He doesn't object to her walking closer to him or to be more specific, against him. Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to give her that could help keep her warm. Probably should've brought a spare jacket or something despite the fact that she was already bundled up in a beanie, a scarf, her own coat, and practically drowning in fabric.
Chuckling out loud, he wraps an arm around her shoulders to help keep her warm. " Alphys, darling, come any closer and you might get paparazzi making speculations! I'm just kidding. " He doesn't acknowledge his reason for coming here - not really. He had a place in mind but he can't quite come up with the right excuse ... so he makes a detour, heading in the direction of a rather popular pub around these parts.
" Ever been to Grillby's? I used to come here often. I had to go out of my way to come here but it was worth it. " He wonders if everyone is still there. “ It’s always warm there. I think you’ll like it. ” Not to mention the atmosphere - it’s very cozy.
