Gee, you're swell. {Private} Golly gee, you're swell.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;] Idol had been odd recently. Okay, first of all, he was the same ball of anxiety he usually was, somehow mixed with newfound confidence thanks to a new body? It was odd, to say the least. The feline had started to actually get a good look at himself in a shard of a broken mirror he had found. Ugh. Still...hideous...but better than being covered in his own filth and tears, he supposed.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Shocked by Mettaton's sudden appearance, the feline had tried to rush in throwing the shard of sharp glass away. Bad idea. The glass made a paper-cut like slice on his paw, but it didn't bleed or anything so it wasn't so big of deal. After the mirror shard had been thrown away, the nervous male spoke towards Mettaton with a rather large faked smile. "M-Mettaton, Hi! H-How are things? G-Good..H-H-Hopefully..." Yes, hopefully. Because Idol wanted Mettaton happy, even if he could do nothing about it really. He was just sort of...getting the backlash whenever emotions happened and got no healing. Such an abusive position to be in, but Idol didn't mind too much.