@platinumperformer cont. from here
If Chara was much more relaxed than a so-called “fussy diva,” then they must have been as talented an actor as Mettaton himself. Dark circles decorated their eyes; they were so tired and anxious that they couldn’t even bring themself to offer their “babysitter” a faux smile. They woke up in such an unpleasant mood, in fact, that they convinced Toriel and their siblings to leave them behind. Them falling behind in school was an improbability, after all, and as far as most monsters and humans were concerned, they were in their mid-teens, an age when most children stayed home alone. They didn’t need someone to watch over them like this.
That didn’t mean that they didn’t appreciate the company, however.
Their normally piercing gaze softened at the claim of camaraderie. That was why they liked Mettaton. He might take on a certain persona behind the camera, but he was truthfully agreeable. He also was one of the few that treated them like, well, like a normal child rather than an anomaly or ticking bomb. Which is why Chara gave into his tempting offer and allowed themself to be coaxed out of their self-imposed solitude.
“Why not both?” they offered tentatively. “Chocolate ice cream sounds lovely and... I do suppose I could benefit from leaving the house.” They toyed with a sweater sleeve. “Perhaps we can even stop by the park? The cherry blossoms by the memorial stone are really blooming.”
