[This certainly is a colorful cast of denizens. Mettaton doesn't hide his curiousity and wonderment as he glances at the other housemates. And while normally he'd be chatting up a storm, posing, showing off his legs, and other narcissistic behavioral traits, the fact that this situation is such an unfamiliar one to him, the robot has mostly kept to himself.
So he simply sits near Zenyatta, shapely legs crossed, and his gloved hands folded over his lap, waiting for someone else to start the conversation.]
Mettaton
So he simply sits near Zenyatta, shapely legs crossed, and his gloved hands folded over his lap, waiting for someone else to start the conversation.]