[Was that a flash of something he felt through the Bond? A demand, a frustration, a hunger? He can well imagine that Mettaton wouldn't have been pleased with his refusal to have anything to do with his own birthday. A refusal that had more to do with pettiness rather than any deep-seated conviction, a stubbornness out of habit. And that if Mettaton were before him now, that they would've begun to tear at each other, his own body so much more fragile and blood-filled than the robot's, but no less willing to give in. And they would take--
--But it had faded just as quickly back and- Emet-Selch wasn't entirely certain if he'd imagined the whole thing. If he'd just been caught up in his idea of Mettaton's disapproval and passion, as well as to how it could fade back into tenderness just as easily. With just a few words of genuine sentiment, a memory invoked.]
Well, we'll see. 'Tis not an effort that I've regularly indulged in.
[And yet here he was, desiring to do unnecessary things. But he knew that Mettaton's relationship with his cousin was different than his relationship with the Ascian; there was no competition there. But he did want to please him. Or at the very least, not disappoint.
While he'd always known that Bonding with the puca was bound to be troublesome, he hadn't expected this to be one of the ways.]
And I'm sure it will come as no great surprise that I did not. My lack of interest in it was not unusual, however- with as long-lived as we were, any individual year might as well have been a day or an hour: so numerous as to be made mundane.
Moreover. It wasn't frowned on exactly... but to be so individually-invested was not a commonplace desire.
[It doesn't even occur to him to specify that this all applied to Amaurot alone. The idea of celebrating anything after the sundering would've been absurd.]
So with no tradition for it, I'm sure you can see why I'll continue in my lifetime of apathy to the bitter end.
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--But it had faded just as quickly back and- Emet-Selch wasn't entirely certain if he'd imagined the whole thing. If he'd just been caught up in his idea of Mettaton's disapproval and passion, as well as to how it could fade back into tenderness just as easily. With just a few words of genuine sentiment, a memory invoked.]
Well, we'll see. 'Tis not an effort that I've regularly indulged in.
[And yet here he was, desiring to do unnecessary things. But he knew that Mettaton's relationship with his cousin was different than his relationship with the Ascian; there was no competition there. But he did want to please him. Or at the very least, not disappoint.
While he'd always known that Bonding with the puca was bound to be troublesome, he hadn't expected this to be one of the ways.]
And I'm sure it will come as no great surprise that I did not. My lack of interest in it was not unusual, however- with as long-lived as we were, any individual year might as well have been a day or an hour: so numerous as to be made mundane.
Moreover. It wasn't frowned on exactly... but to be so individually-invested was not a commonplace desire.
[It doesn't even occur to him to specify that this all applied to Amaurot alone. The idea of celebrating anything after the sundering would've been absurd.]
So with no tradition for it, I'm sure you can see why I'll continue in my lifetime of apathy to the bitter end.