[Metallic, but at least pliant, for the sake of neck flexibility. But it's not as much give as a person would have, with metal immediately underneath. He can detect a sharper sensation of teeth, and he narrows his eye, bites down on his tongue, and swallows again. Deliberately defying him to get a rise out of him, is that how he's going to play? He won't forget.]
I fancy myself a pleasure for all personality types. But... Yes. Those I grew closest to trend gloomy, against all odds. I might even call it comfortable for me.
[Claiming that it was Emet-Selch's personality that drove him to want to pursue a Bond with him sounds awfully sentimental... Much more so than the practicality of not wanting people to see his memories, he realizes. But he's being candid.
He imagines many people would find having their memories shared to be uncomfortable, no matter how inconsequential. He couldn't tell when the possibility of memory-sharing might begin in a Bond, and it wasn't something he was about to risk with those he associated with, in case they caught a glimpse of something beyond his new robotic life and had their view of him altered. He didn't think they'd understand much of anything about it.
Though he got after him for amorous advances against his neck, the sigh isn't faulted. It's still a reminder of his closeness, and Mettaton closes his eye with a short, pleasant hum, bowing his head forward just a touch to express his appreciation for the Ascian's fingers against his neck. His long ears flatten again, though purely in relaxation. This seems to startle him for a moment, before relaxing again; he's still not used to the feeling of having long rabbit ears emote for him. Mettaton smiles, twirling his finger in Emet-Selch's hair to make short spirals between combing through it. His hand wanders just so that he's able to curl his fingers about Emet-Selch's waist, which he does with a slight pressure.]
I recall having suggested that this dynamic of ours would be part of the allure! I'm glad you've come to share my perspective. [He kisses the top of his head with a grin.] Opposites attract, and all. Haha.
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I fancy myself a pleasure for all personality types. But... Yes. Those I grew closest to trend gloomy, against all odds. I might even call it comfortable for me.
[Claiming that it was Emet-Selch's personality that drove him to want to pursue a Bond with him sounds awfully sentimental... Much more so than the practicality of not wanting people to see his memories, he realizes. But he's being candid.
He imagines many people would find having their memories shared to be uncomfortable, no matter how inconsequential. He couldn't tell when the possibility of memory-sharing might begin in a Bond, and it wasn't something he was about to risk with those he associated with, in case they caught a glimpse of something beyond his new robotic life and had their view of him altered. He didn't think they'd understand much of anything about it.
Though he got after him for amorous advances against his neck, the sigh isn't faulted. It's still a reminder of his closeness, and Mettaton closes his eye with a short, pleasant hum, bowing his head forward just a touch to express his appreciation for the Ascian's fingers against his neck. His long ears flatten again, though purely in relaxation. This seems to startle him for a moment, before relaxing again; he's still not used to the feeling of having long rabbit ears emote for him. Mettaton smiles, twirling his finger in Emet-Selch's hair to make short spirals between combing through it. His hand wanders just so that he's able to curl his fingers about Emet-Selch's waist, which he does with a slight pressure.]
I recall having suggested that this dynamic of ours would be part of the allure! I'm glad you've come to share my perspective. [He kisses the top of his head with a grin.] Opposites attract, and all. Haha.