[That's all fondness amounted to, ultimately: a mistake. That he was currently indulging in it didn't change that, or make it any less of a poor decision, he thought. A flaw he couldn't overcome, but wouldn't fully embrace. And so, he would continue to take the worst option of repeating the error, while making sure to not enjoy a moment of it.
The low light of the entranceway isn't particularly dimmer than the outside, so it takes little adjustment for Emet-Selch to take in as much as he could of the lobby, before being distracted by the touch to his face, glancing back up to Mettaton at the contact and the comment. Raising an eyebrow at the mention of envy, but- well, he wasn't about to deny the advantages such a skill had brought him.]
Hm, it is a convenient trick, isn't it? But quite tiring, you're right about that. [Lives taken was Not An Issue.] Though with your burgeoning shapeshifting ability, surely you'll be able to match me for it in time. Honestly- [And at this, he fixes Mettaton with an accusatory look- though not a wholly serious one.] I was learning transfiguration for your sake. If I'd known a puca's native talents would leave it redundant, I would've spent the time studying something more useful.
[It's not a field Emet-Selch would've bothered with otherwise. He sighs, even as they pass into the living room, a space where the lights remained lit and he could make out further detail of the house. Stepping into it slowly, approaching it like an animal being released into its new territory, he takes a brief, meandering look around.
The decor was decidedly less garish than he'd expected. Being surprised by that, Emet-Selch supposes, was probably unfair of him. Though not what he would've picked out, the room that Mettaton had taken upon himself to develop for him had been fine. So why wouldn't Mettaton's own house follow similar patterns of acceptable taste? It wasn't as though the Ascian was opposed to accents of color, and the splashes of red (or red-adjacent) in this living area kept it from looking too dull or cold. Aesthetic choices he could accept without issue (though the oddly-damaged pillows were... odd).
But it's soon enough that he completes his small exploratory foray, returning to Mettaton's side and regarding him again.]
You can show me the rest. 'Tis certainly a lot of space for one person.
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The low light of the entranceway isn't particularly dimmer than the outside, so it takes little adjustment for Emet-Selch to take in as much as he could of the lobby, before being distracted by the touch to his face, glancing back up to Mettaton at the contact and the comment. Raising an eyebrow at the mention of envy, but- well, he wasn't about to deny the advantages such a skill had brought him.]
Hm, it is a convenient trick, isn't it? But quite tiring, you're right about that. [Lives taken was Not An Issue.] Though with your burgeoning shapeshifting ability, surely you'll be able to match me for it in time. Honestly- [And at this, he fixes Mettaton with an accusatory look- though not a wholly serious one.] I was learning transfiguration for your sake. If I'd known a puca's native talents would leave it redundant, I would've spent the time studying something more useful.
[It's not a field Emet-Selch would've bothered with otherwise. He sighs, even as they pass into the living room, a space where the lights remained lit and he could make out further detail of the house. Stepping into it slowly, approaching it like an animal being released into its new territory, he takes a brief, meandering look around.
The decor was decidedly less garish than he'd expected. Being surprised by that, Emet-Selch supposes, was probably unfair of him. Though not what he would've picked out, the room that Mettaton had taken upon himself to develop for him had been fine. So why wouldn't Mettaton's own house follow similar patterns of acceptable taste? It wasn't as though the Ascian was opposed to accents of color, and the splashes of red (or red-adjacent) in this living area kept it from looking too dull or cold. Aesthetic choices he could accept without issue (though the oddly-damaged pillows were... odd).
But it's soon enough that he completes his small exploratory foray, returning to Mettaton's side and regarding him again.]
You can show me the rest. 'Tis certainly a lot of space for one person.
[Not a criticism, just a comment.]