[If pressed, Emet-Selch would claim that his mood and overall state had been just fine before Mettaton's visit, his dredging up of topics unnecessary. A detachment and indifference that he could maintain without problem so long as it was never questioned or prodded or given attention. This was coping, wasn't it? And if anyone made the mistake of touching on something that he did not want to address- well, they deserved every bit of repressed spite and fury that they provoked.
(But they didn't all deserve it, that was the problem. Mettaton didn't. Even K'rihnn didn't (though that was more complicated). If it weren't for those outliers, he'd have a much harder time even recognizing that there was any problem in what he was doing.)]
So long as you don't mind the chance of interruption.
[Said in an idle enough tone. But minded or not, Emet-Selch would teleport directly into his place, bypassing any and all doors for all future visits. Finally. Someone who appreciates an Ascian's tendency towards unannounced appearances and space invasions. Rather than putting up wards to specifically prevent such a thing (thanks, Exarch).
But the idea of leaving now was congenial as well, and he nods at the suggestion. Even without the reassurance of it not being far, he would've likely accepted (or if it was far, asked about the general region, so he could teleport them to a vicinity he was familiar with, and then walk the rest of the way). Emet-Selch was entirely capable of moving as much as necessary if given sufficient motivation. And getting away from this place for a time was sufficient. He gestures vaguely towards the door (while half-wondering if Mettaton would choose to pop out the window again).]
Lead the way. Any longer in this place, and I--
[A statement cut off by a noise of disgust, a temperamental shake of his head. Now that he was given the opportunity for some sort of out, some kind of refuge, every moment here felt that much more closed in. Threatening and restrictive.]
The sooner I'm free of this, the better.
[Nowhere could be home other than Amaurot, but at the moment, this house didn't even qualify as shelter.]
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(But they didn't all deserve it, that was the problem. Mettaton didn't. Even K'rihnn didn't (though that was more complicated). If it weren't for those outliers, he'd have a much harder time even recognizing that there was any problem in what he was doing.)]
So long as you don't mind the chance of interruption.
[Said in an idle enough tone. But minded or not, Emet-Selch would teleport directly into his place, bypassing any and all doors for all future visits. Finally. Someone who appreciates an Ascian's tendency towards unannounced appearances and space invasions. Rather than putting up wards to specifically prevent such a thing (thanks, Exarch).
But the idea of leaving now was congenial as well, and he nods at the suggestion. Even without the reassurance of it not being far, he would've likely accepted (or if it was far, asked about the general region, so he could teleport them to a vicinity he was familiar with, and then walk the rest of the way). Emet-Selch was entirely capable of moving as much as necessary if given sufficient motivation. And getting away from this place for a time was sufficient. He gestures vaguely towards the door (while half-wondering if Mettaton would choose to pop out the window again).]
Lead the way. Any longer in this place, and I--
[A statement cut off by a noise of disgust, a temperamental shake of his head. Now that he was given the opportunity for some sort of out, some kind of refuge, every moment here felt that much more closed in. Threatening and restrictive.]
The sooner I'm free of this, the better.
[Nowhere could be home other than Amaurot, but at the moment, this house didn't even qualify as shelter.]