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Take Initiative.

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved.

However, there's still work to do here, isn't there?

Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up."

And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder.

"We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out."

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Oh, that.

[Hm.]

Bravery, I've heard. That's what the orange ones tend to have in common.

Oh.

[Well shit, that's obvious now. At least she can tell Cherryblod that that's what they have in common.]

Cherry and I thought it might be the fact we're both stubborn as hell, but that's fine too. I'm not even surprised.

[...]

Your soul isn't complete bullshit, by the way. Just mostly bullshit. I can see what you mean when you talked about what it's made of.

...Well, now I'm curious.

[You can't just say things like that, Sigrun, come on.]

[She's said things like that in the past and just left it maybe she'll do it again!!!]

What'll you do if I don't tell you?

Lose interest, maybe.

You're still bad at back and forth, I see. Get better at that and you'll be doing right by me.

[Look, an official order. Learn to fucking flirt-banter with her.]

... But anyway, I'll tell you. Your soul's made up of three frankly bullshit things. Care to list them off for me, sweetie? I'll go one by one.

Love, hope and compassion are the ones I'm assuming you're talking about.

Mmmhmm.

[Alright, time to word this.]

Hope's the most obvious to me. You embody it to all your fans, and you have a lot of it too yourself. For seeing the outside world. For performing. You want things to be good, even if it's in a selfish way. There's nothing wrong with that.

Love's... pretty obvious too. Seeing as, you know. You love a fair amount of things. Your job as a star. Your adoring fans. The people around you. Yourself [...] Me. You're filled and made of it, you just have a really messed up way of dealing with it.

[Maybe the "me" part was too bold, but you know what, she's confident. Moving right along.]

Compassion's the hardest to pin. But when I think about the reasons why you do things, I know you've got it in you. You said yourself that you thought you'd die and then I'd just move on, that you never wanted to hurt me. That's scratching the surface of it, you know? You're not a completely compassionate person, you're the biggest asshole I know, but you do have it in you.

[And again, he's quiet for a moment at that; still smiling a bit, still not altogether sure what else to do with his face.]

...I'll have to tell you at some point. About what happened to the Underground.

I'm not saying that you're wrong, and we shouldn't discuss it here. But I'll have to tell you sometime.

I know the gist of it already, but... I'd like to hear you tell it sometime, yeah. Especially how you of all people became king.

[... She should probably let go of him but she really doesn't want to. So she'll just kind of lean against him more and linger a while yet.]

I'd like to hear the stunts you did for your shows. And I want you to sing for me, since I did it for you once. I want to know more about your cousin, too. [A pause.] You really suck at writing letters, honey.

I destroyed most of the ones I finished. It's not like they were going to be delivered, anyway.

[Good. He doesn't want to let go yet, either.]

As for being king, that's... Our ruling system is a mess. Obviously.

Obviously a mess. But that's so mean, Mettaton! I never seriously thought any of my letters would reach you, but I kept writing them anyway.

[...]

To help clear my mind. And stuff. But still! They were intended to reach you somehow, and now they're all gone so that's that I guess! No need to ever speak about them again, forget I brought it up.

[The contents of them might be more than a little embarrassing for her.]

...I liked that thing you kept putting them in, by the way.

[He'll spare you discussing the contents of them for now, okay.]

[there are small blessings in the world please let them last long]

Wish I could've brought it with me. It was pretty much the best thing I ever made while I was there.

... I was gonna put it on the piano in the music room, cover it with a blanket or something, and when we got at a nice point in our date I'd show it off to you. Then show you all the things I put inside it. Then give it to you, because why wouldn't you want a glittery wooden statue of yourself.

[And then he'd smooch her. The whole plan led up to him smooching her.]

...I'm sorry about that too, you know. Not that it makes anything that happened any better, but I genuinely didn't know.

Of course you didn't know! It was supposed do be a surprise! If you knew about it ahead of time, then it wouldn't have been as special. And I don't think it would've stopped you anyway.

[Seriously, who puts off murder plans for a date.]

You've always done what you wanted to do.

[It's just that she'd like to be there with him when he does them. Unless it's murder related.]

I know, sweetheart. But still.

[Also, look at him and say that he is not exactly the sort of stupid to put off murder plans for a date.]

...I'm done with leaving people, though. With abandoning them like I have been.

[... Okay, he is that sort of stupid, and so is she actually. She'll put aside a troll hunt for a date.]

I wouldn't have let you do it anymore anyway, Mettaton. But I'm glad to hear it... especially since I kind of figured so, what with that whole thing with your best friend. Not sure if I'm included in that package, but I'm still happy. It's a good thing!

...You can just ask me if something's on your mind, you know.

[He's usually not all that perceptive, but...look, he's trying and it's been awkward, all right.]

[...]

It's weird to ask though.

[that's her issue]

...Darling, you licked me once. Has "it's weird" ever stopped us before?

[SHE

SHE ISN'T WASTING HER PUNCH ON THAT, BUT HE'S DEFINITELY GETTING A HIT FOR THAT]

-- That doesn't count as my punch. Okay? That's just. It was habit. [yes.

um. Excuse her, let her just look at the everything else.] I... kinda wanted to know if we were still dating? I mean, after I thought you died, I never really went back on that anyway. You were always gonna be my boyfriend and I was always gonna love you. So.

[like she said, it's weird to ask. but "weird" means more of "really fucking awkward".]

...I guess that depends on whether all of this changes things, then.

... I mean, I'm just really content to stand here hugging you until I'm pried off, so. Whatever that says about it. Not like I'm built for too deep thoughts either.

[SIGRUN, OH MY GOD.]

...Well. I guess we're still dating, then.

[Woman, you keep kind of springing the WE'RE DATING revelation on him, what does he do with you.

...Other than date you.]

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