A small sound, almost a whisper, carried over the areaâs gently moving water. The figure was crouched low on the watercraft, slowly moving around the wooden shipâs perimeter. It was hard to see what exactly they were doing at the current distance and angle. Some kind of rhythmic motion was involved.
The boat didnât seem to be anchored in any way. It was floating slowly downstream, a path that would bring it drifting right past the undergroundâs king. Itâs preoccupied rider became clearer. A monster completely covered in a cloak that nearly matched the color of the dark water passing below, with no section of any actual body being visible. They moved to the vesselâs bow and extended what must have been an arm or the like - holding something small and bristled -Â A brush?
- before making passing motions over the carved dog head at its front.Â
âŠThey were brushing the boat.Â
By the time the river person had worked their way up the âdogâs neck and were just starting to brush behind the figureheadâs ears, they had unknowingly bobbed to just across the bit of river from where Mettaton was sitting - suddenly pausing the work as an intense sensation of being watched kicked in. After taking a quick glance around it was easy to see why. Someone unfamiliar and shiny had been observing them from the shoreline, the bright pink highlights of their attire clashing visually against the muted colors of waterfall.Â
What an odd looking monster. Â Â
Still, considering the staring, maybe the metallic stranger was thinking the same of them? But the boatman was in a good mood at the moment, so they offered a little wave as the little ship magically halted itâs progression midstream - leaving the two no more than a few meters apart as it stalled in the center of the waterway.Â
âAnother lovely day here in Waterfall. Youâre newâŠnot from around here, I suppose?â
The shrouded being started neutrally. Their head shifted to one side, looking over the other with curiosity. The grey skinned watcher looked like theyâd come straight from the capital, practically reeking of trendy fashion and all the flashy pizzazz that city slickers tended to gravitate to. Theyâd seen this type of creature before.
âLet me guessâŠA bit of R&R? Felt like getting away from it all for a while? Youâve picked a right lovely place.~â
The monster chortled almost musically, leaning casually against their shipâs bow.
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