Aug 17, 2016
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Mettaton spun around the living room, dancing in his socks. The night was finally winding down, and most people were leaving. He picked up the last remaining bowls of popcorn and snacks, placing them onto the counter. He noticed Noiz lurking in his fridge, so he creeped behind him, lacing his arms around his waist.
“Noizy boizy...” He sang, squeezing him tightly. “You’re stealing my snacks, aren’t you, bad boy?” he snuggled his face against the nape of his neck and squeezed again. He had perhaps had 3 too many drinks and was known as an affectionate drunk, but most people didn’t mind. That of course probably wasn’t the case with the man who was very much against such random acts of affection.