[Okay, this sounded less and less as though the dragon had gotten into something... but what had happened? The more Mettaton described, the less sense it made, and the more he felt a headache coming on. Selfies, circles, circle-printing machines....]
So it bit you [Not kissed. Though, granted, in their household was there a practical difference? Not that he had many bites on him, really, in comparison to their past....] and some strange mark appeared.
[A strangely circular mark. Marks. Which didn't sound like an imprint of jaws or teeth, or any sort of physical scarring at all.]
All because you were boring it to death, your attention centered on your own face and naught else.
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So it bit you [Not kissed. Though, granted, in their household was there a practical difference? Not that he had many bites on him, really, in comparison to their past....] and some strange mark appeared.
[A strangely circular mark. Marks. Which didn't sound like an imprint of jaws or teeth, or any sort of physical scarring at all.]
All because you were boring it to death, your attention centered on your own face and naught else.
Send me a picture of the damage.