[Mettaton pounces, but Soren reels out of his pending embrace and listens to the nonsense ooze from his mouth, growing increasingly disturbed the longer he goes on. He steps back, catching a whiff of decay, a dark stain on his hot pink chest. All of it stacks together into a worrisome picture. A nervous edge penetrates the dragon's demeanor.]
Are you out of your mind?
[It's mostly rhetorical at this point, for Soren has come to the conclusion that there's something wrong with Mettaton, if he's not under the influence of the entertainment district's various sensual substances. With the Evergreen Circle looming as a potential threat, he can't help but correlate their victims' affected mental states with this lunatic behavior and the Cwyld manifesting here on the Puca. Lowering his voice to avoid causing too much of a panic in the roaring streets, he adds]
You're infected! You know what will happen if you let it fester, don't you? Why would you give something like that to me?
[He has a really bad feeling about this, and he won't let Mettaton get any closer - stepping back if he steps forward, evading any incoming lunges or grabs.]
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Are you out of your mind?
[It's mostly rhetorical at this point, for Soren has come to the conclusion that there's something wrong with Mettaton, if he's not under the influence of the entertainment district's various sensual substances. With the Evergreen Circle looming as a potential threat, he can't help but correlate their victims' affected mental states with this lunatic behavior and the Cwyld manifesting here on the Puca. Lowering his voice to avoid causing too much of a panic in the roaring streets, he adds]
You're infected! You know what will happen if you let it fester, don't you? Why would you give something like that to me?
[He has a really bad feeling about this, and he won't let Mettaton get any closer - stepping back if he steps forward, evading any incoming lunges or grabs.]