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Mettaton hovered just inside Papyrus’s doorway, staring out at the blanket of snow. He’d seen snow before, of course. Though he had rarely visited Snowdin while in the Underground, the soft flakes had fallen enough times since reaching the surface. Usually, however, Mettaton was in his EX form whenever there was a threat of weather.
He hadn’t expected to be snowed in with his boyfriend while Alphys was performing routine maintenance on his superior body. Not that his rectangular form was anything to scoff at, of course. It just wasn’t equipped with the necessary parts for a jaunt in the snow.
“I MISS MY LEGS,” he moaned when he thought Papyrus was out of earshot.
“Mettaton? Are you coming?” Papyrus spun around to face him. He had gorgeous, long legs, sandwiched between fashionable boots at the bottom and cropped jean shorts at the top. Papyrus’s long legs took long strides, which had left footprints too far apart for Mettaton to wheel through.
He was going to have to do this the hard way.
“JUST A MOMENT, DARLING.” He turned two of the dials on his front into position and pressed a button. His screen slid up—always a disconcerting feeling, but Alphys reassured him that no one could see his ghostly form inside—and revealed a wide-barreled flamethrower.
He blasted the walkway ahead of him until steam blurred his vision.
“Um. Mettaton?” Papyrus called over the roar of the flame. “While I do appreciate you clearing our walkway, I have an easier solution.”
Reluctantly Mettaton retracted the flamethrower.
“I THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THE DRAMATIC DISPLAY.”
“I do!” Papyrus assured him, stepping closer and taking one of Mettaton’s gloved hands. “Your flames were almost as hot as you are!”
Mettaton chuckled, his screen displaying a pulsing heart. “YOU FLATTER ME. OF COURSE, YOU’RE ENTIRELY CORRECT.”
Papyrus laughed too. “Of course I am! The Great Papyrus would only have the greatest and most attractive boyfriend!”
Stars, Mettaton loved him. Papyrus was just as great as him, and Mettaton did not bestow that compliment lightly.
“I ASSUME YOU ALSO HAVE A GREAT PLAN TO TRANSPORT ME THROUGH THE SNOW?” He gestured down at his wheel with his free hand. It was a bit embarrassing to be reminded of his limitations, but Papyrus would never treat him any differently. It was one of the many reasons that Papyrus was the greatest.
“I think you’ll find it almost as dramatic as yours.” Papyrus winked, producing a glittery sound effect that Mettaton adored.
Then, with a flourish, Papyrus scooped Mettaton up into his arms.
If Mettaton had eyes, he would be blinking them incredulously. His box form was smaller but far denser than his EX form. Yet, Papyrus lifted him like he was light as a ghost.
“Mettaton? You’re fizzling! Oh no, did I get snow in any of your circuits?”
“N-NO, DARLING. I, SIMPLY, WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO KISS YOU RIGHT NOW.” Yet another weakness of his current body.
“W-well!” Papyrus blushed. He wasn’t shy by any means, but Mettaton could still fluster him occasionally. “I would never leave my boyfriend hanging! Nyeh heh!!”
He pressed his teeth to Mettaton’s screen in the closest approximation of a kiss he could perform. It was enough to set Mettaton’s core burning hotter.
“HA HA… THANK YOU, DARLING.” Mettaton would’ve swooned, but considering he was being carried horizontally, any further swooning would just land him in a snowdrift. Instead he settled for resting his palms against Papyrus's broad chest.
Papyrus was right. This was more wonderful and dramatic than any flamethrower.
“Of course!” Papyrus grinned. “Now, your skeletal chariot awaits!”