GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN--open, cooking!!

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Mettaton, going between bouts of humming, and narrating animatedly to himself, let Dexter approach unnoticed--until, of course, a sudden shout in his ear, and then what was that on his waist--he had let out a shriek, spinning and staring in absolute horror--and then, seeing Dexter, as his chest heaved and his hips wriggled to dispel of the feeling of those fingers--what on earth?! He could have dropped something! He could have cut himself! He was holding this angry, shocked tirade completely in his mind because his mouth had stopped working and that! Was! A disgrace! He lived for scenes--but right now he was just staring!

Finally, after what seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple seconds, Mettaton's muscles relaxed, and he closed his mouth, and he frowned. "Boo." It was the least emotive thing Metta had said to anyone, ever, and he hoped it got across how completely not funny that was.


As he began to realize, though, Dexter was not the only one nearby. In fact, a few familiar faces abounded. First it was the worm, and Mettaton, glancing up and down the lanky boy's frame, felt a bit contemptuous, but also didn't really feel good about denying him. Jamison had his place in the group, after all, and it would honestly be a shame if he were to starve. With a smirk, he nodded at him, but then sharpened his gaze. "It's not done yet--" And then the girl he didn't know well echoed the worm's question--but with a decidedly sweet addition.
"Aw, honey, I couldn't say no to that face!" He beamed, clearly flattered. "It's a steak--seasoned with rosemary, with salt and pepper, and some mustard--" He paused, glancing at them all--and there was Selena! Sel. "Ah, thank you, darling--" He loved this, but now he was only a bit worried that there wouldn't be enough to go around. Ah, well, he didn't need any of this, after all. "Of course--it's just about done, so, if you're sick of bloodshot, almost raw, bland dogmeat--" He held up a knife, grinning as it glinted in the sunlight.


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HEALTH
Mettaton's in good health--100%
PHYSIQUE
Mettaton is 6'3'' and has a slender build, but with quite muscular legs. He is lean.
WEAPONS
Mettaton carries a long knife, about 9 inches long, in a sheath at his hip.
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES
Mettaton is extremely fast and agile; with a dancer's coordination and flexibility. He can make a tough opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, and unless he's up against a gun, he's a difficult opponent in any scenario unless already weakened. He can be outsmarted, but physically is tough to beat, with his incredible skills at getting away from danger.

He is occasionally a bit of a coward, as well as quite naive and manipulable.