[Emet-Selch would be surprised to hear that Mettaton thought Amaurot, in its beautiful elegance (that part was right) lacked individuality itself. Or thought it would be hard to navigate on his own. Surely the Ascian's memorization of the city, down to the placement of individual trees, had nothing to do with his idea of how easy or otherwise the place would be to get around in to an outsider.
Mettaton's insistence on giving any sort of attention to a birthday still pulls a continued frown from him, directed at the watch, as though that would make any more of a difference compared to directing it at Mettaton directly. It was fine for the robot to be interested in things like that for himself- considering how captivated he was by mortal habits, it was to be expected, and who else would care about the recording of years?- but why inflict it on someone uninterested?
While on one hand, he could appreciate Mettaton's desire for appreciation of him. It was warranted, of course. But on several other hands (somehow) he resisted the concept entirely.]
Anything that you would call exciting I doubt I would want to get anywhere near of. So yes- I would protest.
[Though he can guess that Mettaton would try to take his preferences into account, and that it wouldn't be a wholly terrible experience, but that doesn't make him like the idea that much more. He'd tolerate it if it happened, but--]
Besides. It seems a morbid thing to celebrate. An accruing of years in this place... knowing that it shall never be reflected elsewhere. No, I still want no part in that.
[Time could only keep ticking over for him here. He already spent enough time dwelling on that, he didn't care to devote a specific day to doing nothing else.]
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Mettaton's insistence on giving any sort of attention to a birthday still pulls a continued frown from him, directed at the watch, as though that would make any more of a difference compared to directing it at Mettaton directly. It was fine for the robot to be interested in things like that for himself- considering how captivated he was by mortal habits, it was to be expected, and who else would care about the recording of years?- but why inflict it on someone uninterested?
While on one hand, he could appreciate Mettaton's desire for appreciation of him. It was warranted, of course. But on several other hands (somehow) he resisted the concept entirely.]
Anything that you would call exciting I doubt I would want to get anywhere near of. So yes- I would protest.
[Though he can guess that Mettaton would try to take his preferences into account, and that it wouldn't be a wholly terrible experience, but that doesn't make him like the idea that much more. He'd tolerate it if it happened, but--]
Besides. It seems a morbid thing to celebrate. An accruing of years in this place... knowing that it shall never be reflected elsewhere. No, I still want no part in that.
[Time could only keep ticking over for him here. He already spent enough time dwelling on that, he didn't care to devote a specific day to doing nothing else.]