Mettaton stood up straight, his hair fell back into his face, and he erupted with laughter once more. For the third time in less than 15 minutes, he was shushed. He apologized again to the room, looked back in your direction and asked, “May have the library card back, please?”
“O-Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry.” you stuttered, handed back the card, and finally looked back up to him.
He took it from you, and your fingers brushed with his. “It’s alright, don’t be so flustered, darling.”
“W-Would you like a bag? To um, carry all of these books?