[A "good" "enough" mood as long as he kept to himself in this space and miraculously didn't encounter his housemates, Mettaton is sure. The room for improvement is impossibly vast.
Compliance with Mettaton's unpredictable planning earns him another nod and a smile, and he rises with a bounce to his step — not entirely an unusual thing for him, but he is pleased to be taking Emet-Selch elsewhere. Eager to see if he can help his Bonded unwind. Eager to take him to his own place, as MTT-Brand as he could make it without any such products. (It's his brand by virtue of being of his design, in the end. (Plus Papyrus's. (Plus at least three previous roommates, Papyrus has awful luck with people returning home on him.))
Fortunately, he doesn't seem inclined to lead Emet-Selch out the window.
From the doorway, Mettaton keeps his body facing the Ascian. Once he follows, he reaches out to brush his fingers against his arm. Reassurance? Perhaps the closest thing, though no sorrow appears on his features.]
I agree. One-hundred percent.
[Emet-Selch really shouldn't be hanging around with all of this tension; things can only get better for him if that atmosphere's let to relax some. Both for him, and for his housemates. Their relationships could only improve if the venom's dialed back, as well.]
I can't imagine how you've been getting along here, darling. Aside from being horridly accustomed to existing within these four walls, stealing outside of its confines as scarcely as you can manage. And, surely... you've spent a lot of time sleeping.
[And not entirely Sleeping MTT Disapproves Of, since he knows he likely had a lot to catch up on. He doesn't feel bad to be relieved that Emet-Selch's unburdened of four Bonds, even if it's regrettable that it came to be in such a way. Emet-Selch's well-being comes before that... even if Mettaton prioritized his wishes above even that. He'd do the same to himself. Wishes first, well-being second.
His hand, if received, will slide down to give his Bonded's hand a squeeze before Mettaton has to focus on not hitting things with his stupid broad shoulder guards on his way out. These small houses aren't for him.
...Mettaton forgets to grab the magitech charger, focused on other matters as he is. It was a compelling reason to stop by, but not his primary purpose.]
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Compliance with Mettaton's unpredictable planning earns him another nod and a smile, and he rises with a bounce to his step — not entirely an unusual thing for him, but he is pleased to be taking Emet-Selch elsewhere. Eager to see if he can help his Bonded unwind. Eager to take him to his own place, as MTT-Brand as he could make it without any such products. (It's his brand by virtue of being of his design, in the end. (Plus Papyrus's. (Plus at least three previous roommates, Papyrus has awful luck with people returning home on him.))
Fortunately, he doesn't seem inclined to lead Emet-Selch out the window.
From the doorway, Mettaton keeps his body facing the Ascian. Once he follows, he reaches out to brush his fingers against his arm. Reassurance? Perhaps the closest thing, though no sorrow appears on his features.]
I agree. One-hundred percent.
[Emet-Selch really shouldn't be hanging around with all of this tension; things can only get better for him if that atmosphere's let to relax some. Both for him, and for his housemates. Their relationships could only improve if the venom's dialed back, as well.]
I can't imagine how you've been getting along here, darling. Aside from being horridly accustomed to existing within these four walls, stealing outside of its confines as scarcely as you can manage. And, surely... you've spent a lot of time sleeping.
[And not entirely Sleeping MTT Disapproves Of, since he knows he likely had a lot to catch up on. He doesn't feel bad to be relieved that Emet-Selch's unburdened of four Bonds, even if it's regrettable that it came to be in such a way. Emet-Selch's well-being comes before that... even if Mettaton prioritized his wishes above even that. He'd do the same to himself. Wishes first, well-being second.
His hand, if received, will slide down to give his Bonded's hand a squeeze before Mettaton has to focus on not hitting things with his stupid broad shoulder guards on his way out. These small houses aren't for him.
...Mettaton forgets to grab the magitech charger, focused on other matters as he is. It was a compelling reason to stop by, but not his primary purpose.]