[Emotions were there to fester and suffer with, and to occasionally spill over to burn all that they touched. Learning how to take... literally any other option would probably be an improvement.
But he was alone in this house despite living with others; what did it matter if he found some place where his physical state could match the rest of him? Some hole he could bury himself in and sleep, away from the sound of all others, the awareness of their creeping presence. Their inherent threat. He considers commenting something on that. Or on pointing out that he could teleport, and so really didn't need the puca's help when it came to hauling his meager belongings (and excessive furniture) around. Or instead on how perhaps he wouldn't bother telling Mettaton where he was going anyway, so he'd finally get some peace.... But he wasn't in the mood to say so, not even as a tease. He knew it'd come across as far more serious than intended.
And a futile threat regardless; with the Bond as a guide, the idol could track him down anyway. He'd already messaged him as such. Even without the Bond, the Ascian suspected he'd have a hard time evading him. It's a thought that- for a moment, at least- brings a brush of something similar to reassurance. More sad than the real thing, but similar.
But he's distracted from all of that at the suggestion of just- staying with Mettaton instead. An offer that shouldn't have come as much of a surprise as it did, and his attention turns back to him with a skeptical look.]
--I don't even know where you live.
[Which, for one, isn't a reason to refuse. And also something he could've easily found out at any time by like, asking. Or by using the Bond himself to track him down. It's more just a statement, something he follows with a crossing of his arms and a more thoughtful look.
...Perhaps the change in scenery would help. Perhaps the company would help. It would at least be different, and a change from his restless circling of his own thoughts, tearing at things to no use and no end. Perhaps it would only irritate him further, but right now- being anywhere else was a tempting idea. And being invited was- a congenial sort of feeling. To not be as uncomfortable somewhere for a while--
Distantly, Emet-Selch is completely unsurprised that Mettaton (from his mention of having plenty of spare rooms) had claimed one of the larger residences. Making do with something small and adequate didn't seem his style.]
But I suppose I could visit. For a time. I should know where you're staying, regardless....
[Though Emet-Selch suspected that as soon as he crossed the threshold into Mettaton's domain, he'd end up remaining there for longer than any original caution might imply.]
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But he was alone in this house despite living with others; what did it matter if he found some place where his physical state could match the rest of him? Some hole he could bury himself in and sleep, away from the sound of all others, the awareness of their creeping presence. Their inherent threat. He considers commenting something on that. Or on pointing out that he could teleport, and so really didn't need the puca's help when it came to hauling his meager belongings (and excessive furniture) around. Or instead on how perhaps he wouldn't bother telling Mettaton where he was going anyway, so he'd finally get some peace.... But he wasn't in the mood to say so, not even as a tease. He knew it'd come across as far more serious than intended.
And a futile threat regardless; with the Bond as a guide, the idol could track him down anyway. He'd already messaged him as such. Even without the Bond, the Ascian suspected he'd have a hard time evading him. It's a thought that- for a moment, at least- brings a brush of something similar to reassurance. More sad than the real thing, but similar.
But he's distracted from all of that at the suggestion of just- staying with Mettaton instead. An offer that shouldn't have come as much of a surprise as it did, and his attention turns back to him with a skeptical look.]
--I don't even know where you live.
[Which, for one, isn't a reason to refuse. And also something he could've easily found out at any time by like, asking. Or by using the Bond himself to track him down. It's more just a statement, something he follows with a crossing of his arms and a more thoughtful look.
...Perhaps the change in scenery would help. Perhaps the company would help. It would at least be different, and a change from his restless circling of his own thoughts, tearing at things to no use and no end. Perhaps it would only irritate him further, but right now- being anywhere else was a tempting idea. And being invited was- a congenial sort of feeling. To not be as uncomfortable somewhere for a while--
Distantly, Emet-Selch is completely unsurprised that Mettaton (from his mention of having plenty of spare rooms) had claimed one of the larger residences. Making do with something small and adequate didn't seem his style.]
But I suppose I could visit. For a time. I should know where you're staying, regardless....
[Though Emet-Selch suspected that as soon as he crossed the threshold into Mettaton's domain, he'd end up remaining there for longer than any original caution might imply.]