[Surely improvement comes from never ever addressing the things that bother you. This could have no negative consequences at any point in time.
Mettaton's eagerness at- life in general, Emet-Selch assumed- was expected, familiar, tiring to witness, and the smallest bit welcome. While the previous icy dip in his own demeanor hasn't fully thawed, the Ascian was trying to not hold onto it this time, to take instead the slight relief at going elsewhere, and the shades of comfort his Bonded's presence brought. He holds still at the touch to his arm, allowing it, briefly squeezing back at his hand when it reaches his own. A small brush against him before Mettaton moves to extricate himself from the room; all a small, physical sort of apology for pulling away from him before.]
There hasn't been much opportunity to leave it since... oh, the start of the year, come to think of it. From healing, and onward into unconsciousness.
[Sleeping was the best part, whenever he managed it. Whenever the dreams weren't unpleasant, whenever they didn't lead to him waking up in a fit of panic, the walls closing in and the world burning. Being curled up with someone else helped with that, but--
But he wasn't going to think about that.
The trip out of the house is straightforward enough, at least. Emet-Selch can operate any doors, there's no one around to get in the way or otherwise exist in his presence, so there's not much that can really go wrong.
Just being outside has him breathing slightly easier. He probably should get out more often, now that he was capable of both mobility and consciousness. Being cooped up that long wasn't good for anyone, and considering all else his mental state had to contend with, one less thing dragging him under was for the best.
And, well, even with the charger forgotten, once the Ascian has the ability to teleport directly between the two places, he'd probably remember to return it to Mettaton at some point. It wasn't as though it did himself any good. For now it's stored tidily away on mostly-unoccupied shelves.]
So what have you been occupying yourself with, apart from conversations you have no right to-- [Backing off from that with a sharp breath.] I'm surprised it took you so long to remember to bother me.
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Mettaton's eagerness at- life in general, Emet-Selch assumed- was expected, familiar, tiring to witness, and the smallest bit welcome. While the previous icy dip in his own demeanor hasn't fully thawed, the Ascian was trying to not hold onto it this time, to take instead the slight relief at going elsewhere, and the shades of comfort his Bonded's presence brought. He holds still at the touch to his arm, allowing it, briefly squeezing back at his hand when it reaches his own. A small brush against him before Mettaton moves to extricate himself from the room; all a small, physical sort of apology for pulling away from him before.]
There hasn't been much opportunity to leave it since... oh, the start of the year, come to think of it. From healing, and onward into unconsciousness.
[Sleeping was the best part, whenever he managed it. Whenever the dreams weren't unpleasant, whenever they didn't lead to him waking up in a fit of panic, the walls closing in and the world burning. Being curled up with someone else helped with that, but--
But he wasn't going to think about that.
The trip out of the house is straightforward enough, at least. Emet-Selch can operate any doors, there's no one around to get in the way or otherwise exist in his presence, so there's not much that can really go wrong.
Just being outside has him breathing slightly easier. He probably should get out more often, now that he was capable of both mobility and consciousness. Being cooped up that long wasn't good for anyone, and considering all else his mental state had to contend with, one less thing dragging him under was for the best.
And, well, even with the charger forgotten, once the Ascian has the ability to teleport directly between the two places, he'd probably remember to return it to Mettaton at some point. It wasn't as though it did himself any good. For now it's stored tidily away on mostly-unoccupied shelves.]
So what have you been occupying yourself with, apart from conversations you have no right to-- [Backing off from that with a sharp breath.] I'm surprised it took you so long to remember to bother me.