[Having his hand be squeezed back earns him a warmth to his smile and a quick rise to his ears, before Mettaton turns to fully leave. ...It's kind of funny that his ears not only touch the ceiling, but bend against it if he dares let them stand at full height. In case anybody had any questions who these houses were made for, the likely answer is humans.
The evening's easily succumbing to night, the two moons overhead waxing closer to fullness day by day. Unfortunately, for all of the senses Mettaton developed, he has yet to detect full temperature awareness: the warming weather's lost on him. But all other senses he's developed hit him at once, a shift in air impacting smell and taste and touch. He doesn't think he could get enough of that. For seemingly no reason at all, his ears lean in his curiosity for all of it, and remain postured just so as his Bonded begins speaking.
He doesn't flinch at conversations he has no right to, because he had full right to that conversation! His friend Mira called him to confide in him, and he would've snapped such if he didn't follow up with something else. (In the quickest imaginable hindsight, he realizes - wonders - if Emet-Selch would've gotten incensed about that, too. Perhaps he just doesn't understand what it means to share one's troubles with a confidante. That would check out. One of his ears flicker.)
But he shifts towards something that, for some, might make them grow insecure or accused. For Mettaton, he only becomes thoughtful, glancing up toward the moon and forming a fist under his chin.]
Me too. Especially because I kept wanting to see you...
[The idol's voice trails off while he considers a response. They walk, likely to whatever pace Emet-Selch wishes to keep. Mettaton could easily outpace him, and easily would.]
... I don't know! To be honest with you... I hardly noticed the days passing individually. It reminded me a bit of the way time passed Underground if you weren't careful. I have no idea why! Why that would be. Like I'm in... a daze?
[Anyway... He begins to shift to tasks he'd been performing, still using the moons as an anchor for his vision during his recall.]
My usual upkeep. Odd jobs. Night life... Oh! Did you know that theater laws are being eased up?? [For this, he drags his attention to Emet-Selch with a brightness. Then, a hint of smugness.] Go figure, that such a welcome change would pass a vote... immediately after I was arrested and charged for performance!! I think they were rightly charmed by me. Yes... performance will be allowed, as long as no magic is involved. Strictly. So I've been looking into that, obviously.
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The evening's easily succumbing to night, the two moons overhead waxing closer to fullness day by day. Unfortunately, for all of the senses Mettaton developed, he has yet to detect full temperature awareness: the warming weather's lost on him. But all other senses he's developed hit him at once, a shift in air impacting smell and taste and touch. He doesn't think he could get enough of that. For seemingly no reason at all, his ears lean in his curiosity for all of it, and remain postured just so as his Bonded begins speaking.
He doesn't flinch at conversations he has no right to, because he had full right to that conversation! His friend Mira called him to confide in him, and he would've snapped such if he didn't follow up with something else. (In the quickest imaginable hindsight, he realizes - wonders - if Emet-Selch would've gotten incensed about that, too. Perhaps he just doesn't understand what it means to share one's troubles with a confidante. That would check out. One of his ears flicker.)
But he shifts towards something that, for some, might make them grow insecure or accused. For Mettaton, he only becomes thoughtful, glancing up toward the moon and forming a fist under his chin.]
Me too. Especially because I kept wanting to see you...
[The idol's voice trails off while he considers a response. They walk, likely to whatever pace Emet-Selch wishes to keep. Mettaton could easily outpace him, and easily would.]
... I don't know! To be honest with you... I hardly noticed the days passing individually. It reminded me a bit of the way time passed Underground if you weren't careful. I have no idea why! Why that would be. Like I'm in... a daze?
[Anyway... He begins to shift to tasks he'd been performing, still using the moons as an anchor for his vision during his recall.]
My usual upkeep. Odd jobs. Night life... Oh! Did you know that theater laws are being eased up?? [For this, he drags his attention to Emet-Selch with a brightness. Then, a hint of smugness.] Go figure, that such a welcome change would pass a vote... immediately after I was arrested and charged for performance!! I think they were rightly charmed by me. Yes... performance will be allowed, as long as no magic is involved. Strictly. So I've been looking into that, obviously.
[Live Mettaton's life.]