[At one point, not that long ago, this would've been a line of questioning that would've led to nothing other than defensiveness. Demands to know why it was any business of Mettaton's. A complete refusal to discuss it any further, perhaps accompanied by an icy agitation, depending on how invasive he decided to take the topic.
Feeling the tie of their legs, the press of their forms, the mingling of their souls and how open they'd already been with one another- holding back on this would've felt almost arbitrary. What were a few more deeply personal details between lovers?
Which didn't make any of this terribly easy though, but the Ascian's hesitation is more in working out his own thoughts, finding words for any of it, rather than from a reluctance to speak at all.]
Yes, they could tell I was missing a certain clamor in my life, that I had far too few frustrations. What thoughtfulness indeed.
[That part was easy, at least, an idle counter as Emet-Selch thinks, nuzzling absently at the side of Mettaton's face. Yes, a truly terrible type to get involved with, as he continues to demonstrate.]
But whatever lurid affair you're imagining will have to go unrealized. [As he makes assumptions about Mettaton's assumptions.] We were only friends. Close, yes, but that was all.
[And the Ascian seems to mean it, mostly; there's a tinge of regret there, but not denial. Though he does add, barely conscious of the sigh in his tone.]
It was a slower time, you realize. With our lifespans, there was no need to rush into anything.
[It was possible to avoid personal issues indefinitely, just how he liked it. That it meant they became permanently unresolved- well. That was probably to the best.]
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Feeling the tie of their legs, the press of their forms, the mingling of their souls and how open they'd already been with one another- holding back on this would've felt almost arbitrary. What were a few more deeply personal details between lovers?
Which didn't make any of this terribly easy though, but the Ascian's hesitation is more in working out his own thoughts, finding words for any of it, rather than from a reluctance to speak at all.]
Yes, they could tell I was missing a certain clamor in my life, that I had far too few frustrations. What thoughtfulness indeed.
[That part was easy, at least, an idle counter as Emet-Selch thinks, nuzzling absently at the side of Mettaton's face. Yes, a truly terrible type to get involved with, as he continues to demonstrate.]
But whatever lurid affair you're imagining will have to go unrealized. [As he makes assumptions about Mettaton's assumptions.] We were only friends. Close, yes, but that was all.
[And the Ascian seems to mean it, mostly; there's a tinge of regret there, but not denial. Though he does add, barely conscious of the sigh in his tone.]
It was a slower time, you realize. With our lifespans, there was no need to rush into anything.
[It was possible to avoid personal issues indefinitely, just how he liked it. That it meant they became permanently unresolved- well. That was probably to the best.]