[Well. That's... certainly a welcoming face. Not. While Mettaton noted Giorno's silence in the past few days, he never attributed it to any one reason.
Maybe the boy realized Mettaton was going to leave before Mettaton did. Their type usually prepares for that, don't they?
Mettaton takes a seat on the arm of the couch with a deep sigh before presenting Giorno a small trinket on a silver chain. It's a bottle necklace containing a bioluminescent flower inside -- an Echo Flower, Gigi would realize if he saw any of the ones recently planted around the hot springs.] I... wanted to give you something, [he explains, letting the light catch on the curves of the glass.] I was going to give it to Keats, but... I thought you would [need it] enjoy it more.
...Put it to your ear.
[Doing so will produce a very familiar voice, playing a very familiar piano, and singing a very familiar song. Really, Giorno would recognize Mettaton's singing by now.]
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Maybe the boy realized Mettaton was going to leave before Mettaton did. Their type usually prepares for that, don't they?
Mettaton takes a seat on the arm of the couch with a deep sigh before presenting Giorno a small trinket on a silver chain. It's a bottle necklace containing a bioluminescent flower inside -- an Echo Flower, Gigi would realize if he saw any of the ones recently planted around the hot springs.] I... wanted to give you something, [he explains, letting the light catch on the curves of the glass.] I was going to give it to Keats, but... I thought you would [need it] enjoy it more.
...Put it to your ear.
[Doing so will produce a very familiar voice, playing a very familiar piano, and singing a very familiar song. Really, Giorno would recognize Mettaton's singing by now.]