[Emet-Selch had also considered that perhaps his problem was not enough witches, and if things continued to worsen, he'd consider it more closely. Because adding more Bonds was surely the direction to go in. It still felt more feasible than the idea of removing any. That option wasn't so much off the table as having never been brought to the table to begin with.
And he's not at all surprised to hear Mettaton's apparent disapproval for the option of 'actually, just sleep forever.' There was an odd sort of- assurance in that, no doubt aided by the way the idol kept the Ascian's head tucked firmly against his neck. While staying securely nestled there, Emet-Selch still tilts his head slightly, to kiss his throat again, voice muffled against it.]
I'll have to wish you luck in that... as I'm apparently quite hard to wake up, these days.
[Just another point of mild concern to drop in there: not only did he fall asleep unintentionally, it was more difficult to rouse him at all.
And while he wasn't not worried, Emet-Selch couldn't let himself dwell on it too closely either. Because if there was nothing he could do, that it continued to deteriorate instead of remaining at the level of 'hassle'- what option did he have? Nothing. Either he'd manage it with a bit more rest, or he'd fall asleep and not bother waking up: those were the choices. Either was acceptable, really....
Mostly. While the lure of unconsciousness was undeniable, neither did Emet-Selch want to lose out on times like this. And if he was so desperate to not be left alone, it felt hypocritical to abandon Mettaton by voluntarily slipping into a coma at first opportunity. It was all more of a conundrum than it should've been.]
Though if you're trying to encourage me to sleep... I have to say you're not doing a very good job of it.
[What with the hand creeping about his back, the shifting of his leg, the press of his body that he was growing ever more aware of. It didn't surprise him at all to find himself beginning to stiffen again, something that he presses with deliberation to Mettaton's body with a softer sigh. Eyes closed, he licks slowly at his throat.]
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And he's not at all surprised to hear Mettaton's apparent disapproval for the option of 'actually, just sleep forever.' There was an odd sort of- assurance in that, no doubt aided by the way the idol kept the Ascian's head tucked firmly against his neck. While staying securely nestled there, Emet-Selch still tilts his head slightly, to kiss his throat again, voice muffled against it.]
I'll have to wish you luck in that... as I'm apparently quite hard to wake up, these days.
[Just another point of mild concern to drop in there: not only did he fall asleep unintentionally, it was more difficult to rouse him at all.
And while he wasn't not worried, Emet-Selch couldn't let himself dwell on it too closely either. Because if there was nothing he could do, that it continued to deteriorate instead of remaining at the level of 'hassle'- what option did he have? Nothing. Either he'd manage it with a bit more rest, or he'd fall asleep and not bother waking up: those were the choices. Either was acceptable, really....
Mostly. While the lure of unconsciousness was undeniable, neither did Emet-Selch want to lose out on times like this. And if he was so desperate to not be left alone, it felt hypocritical to abandon Mettaton by voluntarily slipping into a coma at first opportunity. It was all more of a conundrum than it should've been.]
Though if you're trying to encourage me to sleep... I have to say you're not doing a very good job of it.
[What with the hand creeping about his back, the shifting of his leg, the press of his body that he was growing ever more aware of. It didn't surprise him at all to find himself beginning to stiffen again, something that he presses with deliberation to Mettaton's body with a softer sigh. Eyes closed, he licks slowly at his throat.]