[Asriel notices the finger-twitching, and he's a little worried that something's wrong with Mettaton. He'd fought a lot, right? Maybe he'd gotten hurt or damaged...
He glances up, wanting to ask if he was okay. But he didn't want to upset Mettaton again, so he carefully places the cards back into Mettaton's hands. Asriel's eyes linger on him a little longer than he means to, enough for him to realize that he hasn't actually said anything.]
A-ah, no I haven't... can you teach me how to play?
[There aren't any signs of anger, but he does seem more nervous than he usually is. He'll remain just as outwardly cheerful as long as Mettaton does the same.]
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He glances up, wanting to ask if he was okay. But he didn't want to upset Mettaton again, so he carefully places the cards back into Mettaton's hands. Asriel's eyes linger on him a little longer than he means to, enough for him to realize that he hasn't actually said anything.]
A-ah, no I haven't... can you teach me how to play?
[There aren't any signs of anger, but he does seem more nervous than he usually is. He'll remain just as outwardly cheerful as long as Mettaton does the same.]