[Ah-ha-hand ooh, boy, this is attention that Mettaton's not disused to, but it is of a kind that he eats up right back!]
Ha ha haaaaaa, ohhhhh, my!
Gottlieb-darling... [Trying the name on speech. A somewhat-showier, somewhat-more-self-assured equivalent to more dryly repeating the name or semi-rhetorically asking it back.] ... thank you, thank you! Thank you -- ever... [Plenty of emphasis and a satisfied swell in his chest to accompany it on that last word.] ...so kindly!
[Meanwhile, he's produced a pen - don't'cha dare ask from where - and he's starting to write on corner of one of his posters, one corner as flat as he can make it in the palm of his hand.]
You've got good taste!
Trust me, I feel quite welcome already! And...
[...Bit of a pause. His pen's steadily stopped above the main part of what he's scrawled so far. And then, with a ssslight pout and an uneven soft bite into his lip, he lifts a brow and jumps right into asking:]
Ah -- now, just to be sure. Are there two "T"s in your name? G-O-T...
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Ha ha haaaaaa, ohhhhh, my!
Gottlieb-darling... [Trying the name on speech. A somewhat-showier, somewhat-more-self-assured equivalent to more dryly repeating the name or semi-rhetorically asking it back.] ... thank you, thank you! Thank you -- ever... [Plenty of emphasis and a satisfied swell in his chest to accompany it on that last word.] ...so kindly!
[Meanwhile, he's produced a pen - don't'cha dare ask from where - and he's starting to write on corner of one of his posters, one corner as flat as he can make it in the palm of his hand.]
You've got good taste!
Trust me, I feel quite welcome already! And...
[...Bit of a pause. His pen's steadily stopped above the main part of what he's scrawled so far. And then, with a ssslight pout and an uneven soft bite into his lip, he lifts a brow and jumps right into asking:]
Ah -- now, just to be sure. Are there two "T"s in your name? G-O-T...
[With a slight, thin open-ended drift.]