[It would end up being a fairly workable arrangement: leaving his old house when it became too uncomfortable, or for a change of scenery; return to it whenever this place became too loud despite it being larger and having fewer people in it. And whenever Emet-Selch does get a chance to peer through the rooms (of course he'd look through all of them, what was potential privacy invasion), he'd wonder about the blue-and-gold one (which would be what he'd end up accepting). Had Mettaton been intending to invite him, or otherwise thinking of him? He's arrogant enough to assume that's the case, and not just coincidence, or Mettaton having a variety of color preferences. Why wouldn't each room have their own sort of theme?
But an expectation of following is fine with him, moving into Mettaton's space and finding it to be extremely him (even with the lack of pink). If not excessive to the point of tastelessness, it left an impression, and that impression was very Mettaton. And much like with the downstairs, Emet-Selch takes a small roam around the place, taking the measure of this new bit of territory as well.
Sorry, Mettaton, he does notice that bin of incredibly chewed-up pen-shaped detritus, though apart from a very low hum he doesn't comment on it or allow his gaze to linger on it for too long. An easy thing to do, considering how much else the room consisted of. The small details, the things that glittered from any number of directions. The books which stood out by not glittering and also by existing at all- though considering the city's lack of more modern entertainments, he supposed that even the idol might be reduced to having to read something, now and again, to pass the time.
But despite it all, the room didn't feel disordered or cluttered, or a demonstration of hording without intent. This was a place of someone who took care in their surroundings, rather than merely existed within them, which he supposed he could appreciate.]
For someone who doesn't require clothes, you've certainly gained a collection.
[Far, far more than anything the Ascian possessed, though that wasn't difficult. Shaking his head, he returns to stand in front of him, regarding Mettaton in the same way as his room, tone low and a touch amused.]
Do you even use half of all this...?
[It was another choice of living that was foreign to him, to collect things for the sake of the collection, for the display.]
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But an expectation of following is fine with him, moving into Mettaton's space and finding it to be extremely him (even with the lack of pink). If not excessive to the point of tastelessness, it left an impression, and that impression was very Mettaton. And much like with the downstairs, Emet-Selch takes a small roam around the place, taking the measure of this new bit of territory as well.
Sorry, Mettaton, he does notice that bin of incredibly chewed-up pen-shaped detritus, though apart from a very low hum he doesn't comment on it or allow his gaze to linger on it for too long. An easy thing to do, considering how much else the room consisted of. The small details, the things that glittered from any number of directions. The books which stood out by not glittering and also by existing at all- though considering the city's lack of more modern entertainments, he supposed that even the idol might be reduced to having to read something, now and again, to pass the time.
But despite it all, the room didn't feel disordered or cluttered, or a demonstration of hording without intent. This was a place of someone who took care in their surroundings, rather than merely existed within them, which he supposed he could appreciate.]
For someone who doesn't require clothes, you've certainly gained a collection.
[Far, far more than anything the Ascian possessed, though that wasn't difficult. Shaking his head, he returns to stand in front of him, regarding Mettaton in the same way as his room, tone low and a touch amused.]
Do you even use half of all this...?
[It was another choice of living that was foreign to him, to collect things for the sake of the collection, for the display.]