[Steeping in his own hypocrisy, Alois is wary and judgmental of anyone who struts. Yes, Alois is a boy who struts, himself. His smirks sometimes are similar to the one Mettaton wears now. So it's frankly unreasonable of Alois to turn up his nose at what could be a kindred spirit...
Or, at least, he considers turning up his nose. What follows Mettaton's cry legitimately makes Alois stop and reconsider his mood. That is to say, he likes to be complimented.
He ends up waffling somewhere in the middle, hooking his thumbs into the pockets of his shorts and rocking back on his heels (which measure in at a couple of inches).] Perhaps even two, [he says,] depending. [He reacts with neither immediate falsehoods nor direct snottiness, which is... kind of a rarity for him.]
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Or, at least, he considers turning up his nose. What follows Mettaton's cry legitimately makes Alois stop and reconsider his mood. That is to say, he likes to be complimented.
He ends up waffling somewhere in the middle, hooking his thumbs into the pockets of his shorts and rocking back on his heels (which measure in at a couple of inches).] Perhaps even two, [he says,] depending. [He reacts with neither immediate falsehoods nor direct snottiness, which is... kind of a rarity for him.]