[Mettaton looks pleased at the positive answer, and hops out of his seat, walking around the small table towards Papyrus. He extends a hand, ever the gentleman, for Papyrus to take. It's a little risque to sit in someone's lap and hug them, right?
He supposes that's the case, even if he doesn't agree.]
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[Mettaton looks pleased at the positive answer, and hops out of his seat, walking around the small table towards Papyrus. He extends a hand, ever the gentleman, for Papyrus to take. It's a little risque to sit in someone's lap and hug them, right?
He supposes that's the case, even if he doesn't agree.]