Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3338841-20170419221015/@comment-29194274-20170420003222

". . ." Mettaton carefully draps a towel of Henry's shoulders, careful to cover most of his skin. He sits down again after getting a new cup of wine from a different intern who walked by. "Why'd you let a old man like him do this?" He muttered to Drop The Mambo.

(I know Henry's not that old.)