[Oh, he certainly appears to have A Type. Mettaton hums a note of satisfaction at Emet-Selch's descriptions, finding it unusually nice to hear about these people who have long since disappeared, but remain in his memory. Speaking of them with his usual irritation only makes it more endearing. He'll let him gripe about wishing to "escape" the extroverted and nonsensical all he likes, because that's the kind of personality he has.
The idol pushes his hand through more of his hair beyond just the back of his head, even if it means that he can't rest his cheek atop his head. He shifts his leg as a reminder of their tangled limbs, a reaffirmation of how close he can keep him.
This second person seems to elicit a special sort of reaction out of Emet-Selch, and Mettaton takes interest in the cast of his description. He runs it over in his mind, in search of something unsaid.]
You like them both, clearly. Yes. What a good fit for you. [Based on his annoyance, for sure.] They must have taken one look at you and decided... That they had exactly the qualities missing from your life. How thoughtful. You have good taste in company.
[... Even as they ended up finally turning their backs on him, he supposes. What he sees as a complicated issue now was their complicated reality then, no doubt making it even harder to see each other's point when lives and worlds and futures were at stake and unknown to all.
It's harder yet to remember that he lost both of these people. People who were supposed to last as long as Emet-Selch himself, but had their days cut short. ...Finally being forced to think on mortality and immortality, Mettaton acknowledges how sad it is when someone with a lifespan meets their eventual end. It was always coming: their lives are brilliant, potent, and even short lives could feel long and unending with enough story to follow. That's his take on ephemeral life, he realizes to himself, and he squeezes Emet-Selch. Maybe that's one of the reasons he loves humanity so much, with their obviously short lives. He'd like to live his life as vibrantly as he imagines they do, even if it's many of these lives.
But maybe it's a bit different after all. To imagine someone who shouldn't have an end meeting one anyway... Though it might feel endless, it feels like the world's been robbed of something. A steady presence suddenly lost.
It doesn't take long for Mettaton to complete processing the peculiar tone Emet-Selch held for the latter, unnamed friend. Optimistic, distinct, tiresome, stubborn, disagreed with but understood. His smile softens.]
Did something of a particular gravity... take place with your second friend? They must have held a special place in your heart. ...Unresolved feelings?
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The idol pushes his hand through more of his hair beyond just the back of his head, even if it means that he can't rest his cheek atop his head. He shifts his leg as a reminder of their tangled limbs, a reaffirmation of how close he can keep him.
This second person seems to elicit a special sort of reaction out of Emet-Selch, and Mettaton takes interest in the cast of his description. He runs it over in his mind, in search of something unsaid.]
You like them both, clearly. Yes. What a good fit for you. [Based on his annoyance, for sure.] They must have taken one look at you and decided... That they had exactly the qualities missing from your life. How thoughtful. You have good taste in company.
[... Even as they ended up finally turning their backs on him, he supposes. What he sees as a complicated issue now was their complicated reality then, no doubt making it even harder to see each other's point when lives and worlds and futures were at stake and unknown to all.
It's harder yet to remember that he lost both of these people. People who were supposed to last as long as Emet-Selch himself, but had their days cut short. ...Finally being forced to think on mortality and immortality, Mettaton acknowledges how sad it is when someone with a lifespan meets their eventual end. It was always coming: their lives are brilliant, potent, and even short lives could feel long and unending with enough story to follow. That's his take on ephemeral life, he realizes to himself, and he squeezes Emet-Selch. Maybe that's one of the reasons he loves humanity so much, with their obviously short lives. He'd like to live his life as vibrantly as he imagines they do, even if it's many of these lives.
But maybe it's a bit different after all. To imagine someone who shouldn't have an end meeting one anyway... Though it might feel endless, it feels like the world's been robbed of something. A steady presence suddenly lost.
It doesn't take long for Mettaton to complete processing the peculiar tone Emet-Selch held for the latter, unnamed friend. Optimistic, distinct, tiresome, stubborn, disagreed with but understood. His smile softens.]
Did something of a particular gravity... take place with your second friend? They must have held a special place in your heart. ...Unresolved feelings?
[Mettaton loves romance.]