The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 62

After a few weeks of sad stuff... Time for some much needed fluff /o/

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"Their cousin, Lil' South, was the one who did it." You signed without turning your gaze away from the crime drama on TV. They were just now wrapping up the investigation and were about to name the culprit.

"Sweetheart, I highly doubt that it was her. I mean who leaves the bloody murder weapon behind? Those three are a lot smarter than that! The previous episodes about the twins proved it." Mettaton stated swearing indignantly like a English person while gesturing with one of his hands towards the screen.

You silently snickered at the robot monster. "Nice pun. Also I'm telling you it was Lil' South. The other two took the fall for their family member."

"Nice pun? What about bloody murder weapo-oh... Never mind." You continued to snicker at his words while you idly stretched an arm out to snag some popcorn from the bowl that was currently resting on your stomach. Mettaton sat on the dead center of your couch while you were stretched out the entire length of it, and him, like a cat. His thighs pressing up against your back with your head propped up by three pillows and the arm rest. One would think that having metal under you back would be uncomfortable but it wasn't that bad. You were rather content in your current position.

It was kind of nice to have a day off and just relax. Not only were you working on the new album that Mettaton had discussed but you were also getting doubled down with magic practice from Sans. Then there was the paparazzi that were still trying to get interviews... With all of that, you were beginning to feel drained. Literally and figuratively. Never would you have thought that you would experience magical drain in your life but, in your opinion, it sucked a lot worse than just being physically drained. It was a deeper... more intimate feeling of exhaustion that also messed with your muscles. Why was that even a thing? "I bet you a full day of no puns that it was Lil' South." Despite the fact that you were tired (heck, you woke up exhausted.), you were having fun with this bad TV day.

"My, my... that is a tempting offer my Songbird..." Mettaton leaned back further into your couch in thought. "Y'know, what? I'll take that bet, sweetheart. If you win, I'll let you buy as much as you can eat at either Muffet's or Grillby's establishment for a day."

Score.

Ever since you started magic practice, you have been consuming monster food more frequently because of its restorative properties. You could eat a lot more of the stuff than you used to so your boyfriend was going to be in for a surprise when you won this little bet. The narrator came back on and you both fell silent as you awaited the verdict. Time to win you some delicious food.

"Knock! Knock! Comin' in, girlie!" The distinct voice of Natalie rang out over the television as it was accompanied by a couple of quick knocks on your already open front door. Her head popped into the living room not long after with her personal house key dangling from a chain her wrist. "Oh, Mettaton! I wasn't expecting to see you here today."

"Hello, Darling~." The robot idol sang while you just raised a hand and waved at her. Your face still glued to the screen. You weren't about to lose the bet because you didn't catch the end of the episode.

Natalie followed both of your gazes to the TV and watched in silence as well. Her interest as to what was so important on the screen peeked. "With the jury's decision, Lil' South was convicted as guilty and given life without the option of parole..." The male monotonous voice droned on but you had already heard what you needed to hear.

With a silent woop, you thrust both of your fists in the air for victory as you swiftly sat up while Mettaton groaned in defeat behind you. The only reason that the bowl of popcorn wasn't scattered across the living room was that the monster had predicted your movement and had already moved it off your stomach. He knew you a little to well at times. Meh, less for you to clean up in the long run. "Guess I owe you an all you can eat buffet, hm?"