My origins are a mystery even to me, yes. I'm a blessing unprecedented.
[Given how people everywhere regard ghosts, he's wondered if he is the product of something dead after all... Who knows. Regardless, he's living now, and that's all that really matters to him. If he was something else before, he doesn't remember it. He doesn't think about it too hard.
Mettaton hums in turn, likewise unsurprised that Emet-Selch cannot remember the last he'd regarded his own birthday. It's somehow predictable of him, even if it's still remarkable. To have a concrete birthday - or at least, the rough figure of one - and not to pay it mind is far from what the idol would do, space-time complications aside. To have gone so far as to neglect it, at that... It checks out with so much else the Ascian has neglected about himself, he thinks. Indeed, as Emet-Selch fears, he'll change that. His is a birthday that will go fully acknowledged at the next opportunity, be it within Aefenglom's city limits, or out in the Wilde. Mettaton's not picky.
He doesn't even consider Emet-Selch or himself not being here, because he's busy thinking about this conversation happening right now, and what it pertains to. About birthdays. About knowing Emet-Selch's, and more concretely deciding his own — particularly relevant now that the sun is a thing, and time flows with meaning beyond squares on a calendar and the hands of a clock. He instead dreams about ways to celebrate, closing his eye.]
Any birthday of mine is special. There's never too much of a good thing! It was something to be excited about! An occasion for everyone to celebrate. But I'm glad you agree with my primary choice.
Since you're inclined to forget, I'll be sure to remember for you, Hades, darling. It wouldn't be hard to remember. After all, we're practically opposites again! How lovely.
[Thinking about birthdays is a distraction from the knowledge that another Mirrorbound possesses unwanted knowledge about him. And wouldn't promise to keep it secret, the way Mettaton wants. His attention's on his Bonded.]
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[Given how people everywhere regard ghosts, he's wondered if he is the product of something dead after all... Who knows. Regardless, he's living now, and that's all that really matters to him. If he was something else before, he doesn't remember it. He doesn't think about it too hard.
Mettaton hums in turn, likewise unsurprised that Emet-Selch cannot remember the last he'd regarded his own birthday. It's somehow predictable of him, even if it's still remarkable. To have a concrete birthday - or at least, the rough figure of one - and not to pay it mind is far from what the idol would do, space-time complications aside. To have gone so far as to neglect it, at that... It checks out with so much else the Ascian has neglected about himself, he thinks. Indeed, as Emet-Selch fears, he'll change that. His is a birthday that will go fully acknowledged at the next opportunity, be it within Aefenglom's city limits, or out in the Wilde. Mettaton's not picky.
He doesn't even consider Emet-Selch or himself not being here, because he's busy thinking about this conversation happening right now, and what it pertains to. About birthdays. About knowing Emet-Selch's, and more concretely deciding his own — particularly relevant now that the sun is a thing, and time flows with meaning beyond squares on a calendar and the hands of a clock. He instead dreams about ways to celebrate, closing his eye.]
Any birthday of mine is special. There's never too much of a good thing! It was something to be excited about! An occasion for everyone to celebrate. But I'm glad you agree with my primary choice.
Since you're inclined to forget, I'll be sure to remember for you, Hades, darling. It wouldn't be hard to remember. After all, we're practically opposites again! How lovely.
[Thinking about birthdays is a distraction from the knowledge that another Mirrorbound possesses unwanted knowledge about him. And wouldn't promise to keep it secret, the way Mettaton wants. His attention's on his Bonded.]