[It was, perhaps, not wholly comfortable to have Mettaton remaining inside of him like this. The one thing Emet-Selch could think of that wasn't comfortable, really. But it was still tolerable, for the time being, so he says nothing about it, only sighing inwardly as his lover shows no signs of pulling free. Still, the memory it gave him, that extra bit of closeness, was worth the slight discomfort.
The chattiness of Mettaton's reply- a thoroughly expected thing- draws a brief smile of his own, and another, more pleased-sounding hum. Satisfied at Mettaton's own satisfaction? But it was nice- a good thing- to see how his efforts had paid off. The culmination of extensive study, and a result he could personally appreciate. And with Mettaton's starting point being so far behind that of a human or similar entity, he was that bit more impressed that he'd created something so accurate.
But mostly, he just... wanted him to be happy, even if he couldn't be himself.
It's a thought that has the hand in Mettaton's hair slow, to just massaging his scalp with his fingertips. It was a strange thing to have to realize, to think about in so many words: that he wanted someone he loved to be happy, and by virtue of that, felt vicarious pride in Mettaton for achieving something so important to him.
But the sound of Mettaton's voice in his ear pulls a faint shiver- and not one that had anything to do with chill, considering the body covering him, and the blanket covering them both. The idea of being watched like that, and to such fine result... the Ascian had never thought having someone's attention to be so appealing.]
Mm... I admit, my chances to observe the whole of you have been limited, thus far, with my attention drawn to certain areas....
[A low tone, hardly a murmur towards the end, as his fingers knead small circles into his Bonded's upper back.]
But I've not noticed anything out of place. Were I not otherwise informed, I would assume this to be your natural form. You've certainly learned how to use it... effectively. Disturbingly so.
[On top of just being incredibly prone to him... to a degree that still surprised the Ascian, sometimes.
Though there was one small detail he supposed he could mention.]
Your temperature, is, perhaps, slightly too hot. I would think you feverish- but 'tis not unpleasant. Were it Winter still, I'd claim it a benefit.
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The chattiness of Mettaton's reply- a thoroughly expected thing- draws a brief smile of his own, and another, more pleased-sounding hum. Satisfied at Mettaton's own satisfaction? But it was nice- a good thing- to see how his efforts had paid off. The culmination of extensive study, and a result he could personally appreciate. And with Mettaton's starting point being so far behind that of a human or similar entity, he was that bit more impressed that he'd created something so accurate.
But mostly, he just... wanted him to be happy, even if he couldn't be himself.
It's a thought that has the hand in Mettaton's hair slow, to just massaging his scalp with his fingertips. It was a strange thing to have to realize, to think about in so many words: that he wanted someone he loved to be happy, and by virtue of that, felt vicarious pride in Mettaton for achieving something so important to him.
But the sound of Mettaton's voice in his ear pulls a faint shiver- and not one that had anything to do with chill, considering the body covering him, and the blanket covering them both. The idea of being watched like that, and to such fine result... the Ascian had never thought having someone's attention to be so appealing.]
Mm... I admit, my chances to observe the whole of you have been limited, thus far, with my attention drawn to certain areas....
[A low tone, hardly a murmur towards the end, as his fingers knead small circles into his Bonded's upper back.]
But I've not noticed anything out of place. Were I not otherwise informed, I would assume this to be your natural form. You've certainly learned how to use it... effectively. Disturbingly so.
[On top of just being incredibly prone to him... to a degree that still surprised the Ascian, sometimes.
Though there was one small detail he supposed he could mention.]
Your temperature, is, perhaps, slightly too hot. I would think you feverish- but 'tis not unpleasant. Were it Winter still, I'd claim it a benefit.