[When she says cleaning, Mettaton reflexively reaches for the alcohol she'd been holding and reaches for a sterilized cotton rag, assuming this was the cleaning she wanted. And with what they had out on the field like this... it was probably the best she'd get.
Mettaton brings his face into her view and wings animatedly.]
Cleaning, dressing? You've got it, beautiful! Consider me now... your sexy bunny nurse.
[Is this... just something he does, since becoming a Puca? The answer is yes. Mettaton sticks out his tongue cutely.
And then he presses that alcohol-soaked cloth to her burn, probably making it burn some more. Pain... the sensation of sanitation.]
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Mettaton brings his face into her view and wings animatedly.]
Cleaning, dressing? You've got it, beautiful! Consider me now... your sexy bunny nurse.
[Is this... just something he does, since becoming a Puca? The answer is yes. Mettaton sticks out his tongue cutely.
And then he presses that alcohol-soaked cloth to her burn, probably making it burn some more. Pain... the sensation of sanitation.]