[Ooooohh my goooood she knew it and that nice feeling still isn't going the fuck away. It's like a twisty tentacle sea beast has just dragged itself onto land, knotted itself against a rock, and is slowly dying.

Don't mind if she just makes some happy noises instead of talking at first. Cross her legs to resist kicking her feet. Lean against him a little more because she hates that she took up a challenge where she can't kiss him until he kisses her again this was the worst idea in the whole world and Cherryblod cannot be proven right.]

I... Um. [Sigrun's clearing her throat a little, very sternly not looking at Mettaton and squeezing his hand tighter.] Thanks. I thought you might not be, but hearing it is different.

[It's... a nice different, obviously. A very "I'm going to deck someone" feeling.]

... You make me feel the way troll hunts do.