[It's just as well that he doesn't think to address anything but Amaurot, because that's what Mettaton's thinking of. The aspect of birthdays losing meaning with years... It makes sense, even though Mettaton's own excitability over things like this scarcely wanes, only takes on new shades and variables. There's nothing mundane about the way the robot would like to live his life — he's been there, he's not a fan, time can disappear with the blink of an eye. Nothing provoking, nothing interesting, nothing stimulating. The Underground was full of that.
How did Emet-Selch deal with it... It makes more sense yet to read that being "individually-invested," or wanting to stand out, wasn't commonplace. He nods to himself. No wonder they didn't appear to care for fashion! No wonder even architecture was formed with such resonant harmony, not one building vying for attention over another! He's contrasting with human cities he's seen in movies with their advertisingsplendorandbrightlights, all things Mettaton... likes... and did not see in Amaurot. It was closer to the towering pressure he wanted than Aefenglom, far closer to the city strips he'd dreamed of, but quite different. Orderly. Beautiful. Elegant. And Mettaton thought that if he were unleashed in such a city, he'd have a hard time figuring out which building was which. Lacking individuality.
He hums thoughtfully. They're not talking about cities, though. Though an undercurrent of possessiveness remains, he remains in a more thoughtful state than a fervent one.]
Then... I'll ensnare you in my own captivation for such investment. I think you can break your streak of apathy a little... and celebrate a birthday. Something exciting to occupy one of those mundane days or hours! An indulgence, yes.
[Even if he's sure Emet-Selch isn't inclined toward being so center stage, it's not like it has to be like that. That may be Mettaton's thing, but he acknowledges their differences. Even if it were just himself, he would be content celebrating Emet-Selch.
Already, Mettaton brainstorms "good ways to celebrate Emet-Selch." A lack of desire for material goods, it would be easy for Mettaton to deliver his sentiment through means of expression. He knows already there are other things he could give him any day, but things made special by dedicating them upon him specifically for a day. Mettaton's aim is always to impress, and he has no doubt he could. He's nothing if not confident in his ability to inspire.]
You wouldn't protest to my want to celebrate you, would you? As I am invested in you, after all...
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How did Emet-Selch deal with it... It makes more sense yet to read that being "individually-invested," or wanting to stand out, wasn't commonplace. He nods to himself. No wonder they didn't appear to care for fashion! No wonder even architecture was formed with such resonant harmony, not one building vying for attention over another! He's contrasting with human cities he's seen in movies with their advertising splendor and bright lights, all things Mettaton... likes... and did not see in Amaurot. It was closer to the towering pressure he wanted than Aefenglom, far closer to the city strips he'd dreamed of, but quite different. Orderly. Beautiful. Elegant. And Mettaton thought that if he were unleashed in such a city, he'd have a hard time figuring out which building was which. Lacking individuality.
He hums thoughtfully. They're not talking about cities, though. Though an undercurrent of possessiveness remains, he remains in a more thoughtful state than a fervent one.]
Then... I'll ensnare you in my own captivation for such investment. I think you can break your streak of apathy a little... and celebrate a birthday. Something exciting to occupy one of those mundane days or hours! An indulgence, yes.
[Even if he's sure Emet-Selch isn't inclined toward being so center stage, it's not like it has to be like that. That may be Mettaton's thing, but he acknowledges their differences. Even if it were just himself, he would be content celebrating Emet-Selch.
Already, Mettaton brainstorms "good ways to celebrate Emet-Selch." A lack of desire for material goods, it would be easy for Mettaton to deliver his sentiment through means of expression. He knows already there are other things he could give him any day, but things made special by dedicating them upon him specifically for a day. Mettaton's aim is always to impress, and he has no doubt he could. He's nothing if not confident in his ability to inspire.]
You wouldn't protest to my want to celebrate you, would you? As I am invested in you, after all...