[closed] Pokemon Journey: START

[gainedlove]

Who: Frisk, Mettaton, and Papyrus
Where: ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY ADVENTURE!!!
When: All throughout July
Summary: Travel catch-all for the Undertoots
Rating: PG???
Log:

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Comments

[coolskeleton_95]

"MM, TRUE. I MOSTLY USED MINE TO KEEP THE HOUSE CLEAN AND TO MAINTAIN MY PUZZLES! I ADMIT, I FEEL SOMEWHAT LAZY NOT BEING ABLE TO USE IT, SO, I'VE BEEN WORKING OUT WITH MY POKEMON FRIENDS TO TONE MY NEW MUSCLES!" He flexes for show. They're pretty impressive, actually.

[mttbrandlegs]

Heh. Mettaton's never one to pass up an opportunity to flirt, and so he pulls his attention away from the food--impressive, to be honest--and instead casts a pink-eyed glance at Papyrus' so-called muscles. Hmm~ Well, he's definitely a beefy boy. The ex-robot grins, taking his opportunity.

"Oh my!! I can see that indeed!! You're just a regular stud, aren't you darling?" he hums coyly, a gloved hand reaching out. He's pretty tactile by nature, and unless Papyrus moves away, one of those biceps is getting a squeeze. "Very impressive!!"

[coolskeleton_95]

A stud? A STUD! HE CALLED HIM A STUD! The inside of Papyrus' mind is exploding with fireworks and confetti right now.

"N-N-NYEHHHHH!" He can only chuckle as his nerves, anxiety, and blush take up most of his reasoning.

[mttbrandlegs]

Oh boy, let Mettaton in there. He loves fireworks and confetti!!

See, the blushing only eggs Mettaton on more, and he moves his fingers to Papyrus's shoulder personably.

"I could just look at you all day, you're so adorable!!" he adds, before finally deciding to cut his little game short. He's had his fun, they were here for something, right? Right! "But anyway!! Let's see what I can make of this!"

Pulling away from Papyrus, he instead turns his attention to the display of yogurt, picking a pair of large containers up. Yes, these would do nicely for flavor and coloration~

[coolskeleton_95]

Please disregard all steam emitting from the PAPYRUS interface. PAPYRUS interface is reloading...

O-OH! OF COURSE! WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED TO MAKE THEM?