[Mettaton, too, focuses only on a workaround. He seems to agree without thinking about it that annulling a Bond isn't an option. Even if he somehow counted as an additional Monster, having Mira there should charge him with yet more magic, so maybe... he needs another Witch? Somehow, that doesn't seem to add up.
It's more than likely that the warnings are as they are because any more than three ties would be exerting to anybody in this place. He prefers to think that there must be another answer.
He allows Emet-Selch to finish, feels him press closer yet and shudder against his body; on reflex, he grips onto him more tightly. He makes a hum of amusement mixed with irritation at the notion of him deciding to just. Give up and sleep.]
Tsk. You will not find that year's long rest easy, sweetheart! Not if I have anything to say about it. I will tend to you, personally.
[He pulls him back with his leg "menacingly" before considering his other idea, which is yet more sleep. But in small doses, something he already feels inclined toward doing isn't so bad.]
With a bit more rest, then. As much as like you very much awake... If it helps, can we really deny it? I'll have to see it that you're getting plenty of opportunities for sleep...
[Good thing that when Mira asked for dating advice, Mettaton told her to stay close to home, despite the plethora of more extravagant options. He had a bad feeling about anything else, and this is probably why.
His body clings onto the echo of that full-bodied shiver, and he continues sticking close to the Ascian as the hand not in his hair roams the expanse of his back. Mettaton had never fully removed his clothes, but with how they remain open in the front, he's able to slip his hands beneath them with ease; his hand, having been pressed to Emet-Selch, is already flush against skin and surprisingly warm to the touch. He presses his cheek to the top of the Emet-Selch's head and presses in deeply to keep him as his.]
We'll all have to support your endeavors for more sleep.
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It's more than likely that the warnings are as they are because any more than three ties would be exerting to anybody in this place. He prefers to think that there must be another answer.
He allows Emet-Selch to finish, feels him press closer yet and shudder against his body; on reflex, he grips onto him more tightly. He makes a hum of amusement mixed with irritation at the notion of him deciding to just. Give up and sleep.]
Tsk. You will not find that year's long rest easy, sweetheart! Not if I have anything to say about it. I will tend to you, personally.
[He pulls him back with his leg "menacingly" before considering his other idea, which is yet more sleep. But in small doses, something he already feels inclined toward doing isn't so bad.]
With a bit more rest, then. As much as like you very much awake... If it helps, can we really deny it? I'll have to see it that you're getting plenty of opportunities for sleep...
[Good thing that when Mira asked for dating advice, Mettaton told her to stay close to home, despite the plethora of more extravagant options. He had a bad feeling about anything else, and this is probably why.
His body clings onto the echo of that full-bodied shiver, and he continues sticking close to the Ascian as the hand not in his hair roams the expanse of his back. Mettaton had never fully removed his clothes, but with how they remain open in the front, he's able to slip his hands beneath them with ease; his hand, having been pressed to Emet-Selch, is already flush against skin and surprisingly warm to the touch. He presses his cheek to the top of the Emet-Selch's head and presses in deeply to keep him as his.]
We'll all have to support your endeavors for more sleep.