Take Initiative.

[trustharder]

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." >Follow?

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[goodforsomething]

Yeah, that's the sixties for ya. I hear they're better in the twenty-first century.

[Not that he knows anything about being institutionalized around that time period. Stan folds his arms.]

Besides, I'm not just gonna dump ya and drive off.

[psychoh]

... You're not? [he asks, in a tone that implies that he never even considered that wouldn't be the case always.] Wh-What are you gonna do, then?

[goodforsomething]

[Stan, in turn, seems a little taken aback by the question. He meant to offer help, not abandonment in a slightly more appealing locale.]

...keep in touch? Drop by sometimes? I'm not checkin' myself in too if that's what you're askin'.