[He wants to say something truly cutting. Truly petty. Truly childish. Like: Maybe I don't know as much about you as I thought I did. But really, even in this moment he knows it's not true. It's something they could have taken the time to pull apart and glue back together, taking as much time as they needed. Like this, though, it can't be done, and maybe that's what upsets him most. He could be doing better, he could learn to do better, and he won't have time.]
[But then he's being noogied, and there's only so much angst you can sustain through a noogie.]
Ugh, stop!
[Standard halfhearted noogie-reception squirming. He pushes at Mettaton's face and yollers a little. Ugh. Ugh!!]
You want to make me cry and mess up my hair and ruin my life and then leave--
no subject
[But then he's being noogied, and there's only so much angst you can sustain through a noogie.]
Ugh, stop!
[Standard halfhearted noogie-reception squirming. He pushes at Mettaton's face and yollers a little. Ugh. Ugh!!]
You want to make me cry and mess up my hair and ruin my life and then leave--