Excuse me
Frisk: //tries to shift on couch cusion//
Mettaton: //laying in her lap for no apparent reason// Oh, sorry if I'm in the way, dear
Frisk: It's okay, you're fine
Mettaton: //huffs and flicks hair with hand// No, baby. I'm better than fine!
Frisk: ..
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