[Imagine it... Amaurot, but with neon lights and marquee signs... Single-handedly, he would do this. That's Mettaton...
His pace is even, the sound of his footsteps a rhythm unstoppable to his own ears, the tempo of a quickened heartbeat if he were to have one. No outlet indeed, and no way to confirm a thing, Mettaton's forced to acknowledge that there may be no remembering (for most people; he's still decided that he's exempt from all of the rules). But that means that Emet-Selch could forget him, and he realizes he dislikes that.
In his irritation, he denies the very possibility. He grips onto that tether between them with all of his might, letting it determine his course so that he could trace it back to his lover, do exactly what Emet-Selch wrote: carve to bone, drain him completely, and surpass here. He can't whittle his already pinpointed annoyance down into words, feeling it would only do to let likewise sharp claws and teeth do all of the expressing for him. Thoughts could be communicated by way of manner, by way of action and expression: dance, gesture, violence, sex, affection. All of it at once.
Mettaton hates that he has no proof to the contrary.
So even in his trek, he adapts. He may be determined to find Emet-Selch (at whatever place he's calling residence for the night, his Puca-derived ability to track things down a boon), but he tries to figure out how else he could approach this. If they forget everything, if there is no record of it, all scars removed and no physical evidence remaining on Emet-Selch's body regardless of Mettaton's care to establish it...
His device comes back out, though he doesn't slow.]
I bit you raw in our dreams, and you woke without sign of it. However, it happened. Each time you lay claim to my body, each time it disappears from transformation or to silicone... I know of it. Nothing changes that we have everything of each other. Even if it's only here, by some chance... Even were it forgotten. It's here.
More importantly, I'm going to have you right now, gorgeous. Whether I'm right or not, it would be a shame not to occupy myself with what I love and adore in this moment! You do know how to provoke me so completely... Unlike any other.
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His pace is even, the sound of his footsteps a rhythm unstoppable to his own ears, the tempo of a quickened heartbeat if he were to have one. No outlet indeed, and no way to confirm a thing, Mettaton's forced to acknowledge that there may be no remembering (for most people; he's still decided that he's exempt from all of the rules). But that means that Emet-Selch could forget him, and he realizes he dislikes that.
In his irritation, he denies the very possibility. He grips onto that tether between them with all of his might, letting it determine his course so that he could trace it back to his lover, do exactly what Emet-Selch wrote: carve to bone, drain him completely, and surpass here. He can't whittle his already pinpointed annoyance down into words, feeling it would only do to let likewise sharp claws and teeth do all of the expressing for him. Thoughts could be communicated by way of manner, by way of action and expression: dance, gesture, violence, sex, affection. All of it at once.
Mettaton hates that he has no proof to the contrary.
So even in his trek, he adapts. He may be determined to find Emet-Selch (at whatever place he's calling residence for the night, his Puca-derived ability to track things down a boon), but he tries to figure out how else he could approach this. If they forget everything, if there is no record of it, all scars removed and no physical evidence remaining on Emet-Selch's body regardless of Mettaton's care to establish it...
His device comes back out, though he doesn't slow.]
I bit you raw in our dreams, and you woke without sign of it. However, it happened. Each time you lay claim to my body, each time it disappears from transformation or to silicone... I know of it. Nothing changes that we have everything of each other. Even if it's only here, by some chance... Even were it forgotten. It's here.
More importantly, I'm going to have you right now, gorgeous. Whether I'm right or not, it would be a shame not to occupy myself with what I love and adore in this moment! You do know how to provoke me so completely... Unlike any other.