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Date: 2017-05-22 08:52 pm (UTC)[He sounds about as awful as he looks. There's empty, dust-stained gashes all over him that are covered by cloth bandages, and thankfully none of the dark stains on his fur are coming off on Mettaton.
He doesn't protest being picked up. He can't anyway. As he's carried and set down, his eyes travel to Mettaton's neck.]
You're... hurt. Who...
[Who did it, even though Asriel can't go back and kill whatever slaver he assumes did this kind of damage.]