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Emet-Selch ([personal profile] unsundered) wrote 2020-05-05 12:03 am (UTC)

[As unconscious as he'd been the past month and a few, the Ascian had made slower progress in his transfiguration study than he would've liked, so he figures it's probably to the best that Mettaton was capable of managing it on his own. Still, even if ended up being unnecessary, he didn't view the effort as completely wasted; it had been a project, something to focus some attention on. And if he ever needed to pick up the field again for some other reason, he'd have a head start on learning it.

Though he wasn't entirely sure why (as it hadn't amounted to anything useful in the end), Mettaton looked as though he appreciated his intent- and because he did, that in and of itself made the whole thing feel worthwhile. A strange response to aborted practice. Regardless, he was curious as to how far the idol would be able to go with his shapeshifting powers; what he'd already seen was surely not the limit of it. A thought that has him brush against him as they head towards the stairs, though he spares a look and a nod in the direction of the rumored kitchen.

But it wouldn't come as much of a surprise to Emet-Selch to find that Mettaton was poor at the art of food preparation. Why wouldn't he be? When would he have ever gotten to practice (neverminding that absurdity of a cooking show)? Ghosts and robots didn't or couldn't eat, and however it worked now was something the Ascian didn't particularly care to question. But this would be one household that he wouldn't be raiding for free meals. Would he ever bother to use the kitchen otherwise? Who knows... if anything held him back, it'd be a lack of interest rather than shyness. Everything in this house was his, by virtue of it also being Mettaton's. They both knew that.

The mention that Mettaton had a housemate gives him pause, but he continues momentarily (though he's briefly annoyed that his Bonded hadn't thought to bring this up before). Still, with as large as this place was, did it matter? Emet-Selch had survived a smaller space with three others, and up until recently, it had been something he had faced with a grudging toleration. The identity of said housemate gets more of a frown, and a thoughtful sort of hum, unsure of what he thought about that.]


We've spoken, if only over the network. A loud sort, even in writing. I would hope that doesn't translate elsewhere.

[His hopes were not very high. Still, Emet-Selch didn't particularly dislike him, based on his limited impression of him. An obnoxious, but harmless type. But was everyone from that world excessively optimistic...? It was probably premature to judge a population by two members of it, but he was prepared to do so anyway.]

But I'm unsurprised a sociable sort like him would find your dubious company agreeable. I've no doubt you could fill half the city with your presence if you tried.

[And he says it like it's a bad thing. Emet-Selch also remains under the impression that this was Mettaton's house originally and Papyrus was clearly invited to stay with him, rather than the other way around.]

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