“Okay, okay, calm down.” you say, standing up from your desk. You hang up as you walk over to the buzzer beside the door, pressing it. Opening the door and leaning against the frame, you hear his heels quickly make their way up the stairs.
Mettaton appears before you, sporting huge black sunglasses, a pink crop top with his logo in silver glitter on the front, and jean booty shorts. “Jesus darling, it’s sweltering out there, I almost started glitching out.” he complained.