Mettaton watched the younger boy struggle, laughing as he rolled his hips to the tune, the moves coming to him easier than he remembered. This dance had taken him a while to learn too, but he definitely wasnโt going to go easy on Len. He always held the most promising idols to a higher standard, and if Len wanted to rise to greatness as he did, he was going to have to push.
โTry a bit harder and we can take a break!โ he laughed, twirling and clapping in time with the music. He kept his eyes on the mirror, but he was watching Len fumble with the dance, struggling to keep up with the timing of the fast paced song. It was a remix of his most popular song of all time, Death by Glamour.
โCome on, you want to get those numbers up donโt you?โ
โI do but Iโm gonna fuckinโ die if I keep this up!โ How was he doing this? Len wanted nothing more than to drop to the floor and just lay there for a few days, maybe sleep? Yes that sounds fantastic right now.
He panted and ignored how the blonde strands of hair clung to his neck and forehead, despite how much his mind begged for a shower and a gentle face mask he refused to give up. How is Len Kagamine going to be perfect? How was he going to be the Prince of Idols? Giving up and laying on the floor? Fuck no.
โI can do this, I just..need to clear my mind and try again. Right? Please tell me Iโm right? I canโt keep going like this, ugh.โ He grumbled and took a breath, pausing for a moment. He watched Metta and calmed his breathing, maybe going at the routine so roughly wasnโt good?
Len slowly copied him until he matched the music, he wasnโt perfect, he was a little behind and couldnโt get the right angles.ย โHey I donโt look half bad this time, well kinda.โ
What mattered the most was that heโs spending time with his own idol, right?
