[Hank lets go of Mettaton's arm very slowly and with a look of deep suspicion. The guy's the noodliest android Hank's ever seen and he could probably squirm free if Hank tries to grab him again, and Hank really needs to keep him close - but he's not mad enough to try dragging Mettaton behind him, and it feels like kind of a dick move. The suspicious look sticks around a couple seconds - telling Mettaton not to do something only encourages him to do it, apparently, because he's that kind of idiot - but it fades a little when Hank starts focusing on where he's walking again.]
The kind of bad that's gonna get you turned into a pile of scrap.
[A woman stares at Mettaton as she passes them. Really stares, and Hank on one level can't really blame her because Mettaton is so, so weird, but he gives her a big fuck you smile and she turns away again.]
Androids who wanna 'put themselves out there' aren't something people want right now. We've got too much of that. I should find you a news pad or something, get you caught up...
[He trails off, caught up in thoughts about all the fucking trouble Mettaton being here is going to be, and mutters to himself, running a hand through his hair.]
You don't even look like a normal android so we can't even hide you, or... fuck.
What kind of mark is it you wanna make? I guess it's not the kind where I could keep you holed up in my house with a bunch of fingerpaints and trust you to stay put, huh?
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The kind of bad that's gonna get you turned into a pile of scrap.
[A woman stares at Mettaton as she passes them. Really stares, and Hank on one level can't really blame her because Mettaton is so, so weird, but he gives her a big fuck you smile and she turns away again.]
Androids who wanna 'put themselves out there' aren't something people want right now. We've got too much of that. I should find you a news pad or something, get you caught up...
[He trails off, caught up in thoughts about all the fucking trouble Mettaton being here is going to be, and mutters to himself, running a hand through his hair.]
You don't even look like a normal android so we can't even hide you, or... fuck.
What kind of mark is it you wanna make? I guess it's not the kind where I could keep you holed up in my house with a bunch of fingerpaints and trust you to stay put, huh?