[The bared throat felt like an invitation, and one that he had no problem with accepting. Dragging his teeth over the length of Mettaton's exposed neck, Emet-Selch follows it with a swipe of his tongue back upward, damp and warm. His breathing catches just for a moment at the way Mettaton leaned into him, feeling further attuned to each small movement or noise his Bonded made.
And the sound of his name still carried with it a small pang of nostalgia each time the Ascian heard it, further reassuring him that it probably had been the right decision to share it with Mettaton. The question that follows surprises him somewhat, and the logistics of it have him pause for a few seconds. Technically, the original version of this host he'd kept until its natural mortal death in his late 80s. Then he'd slept, been woken up, and decided to use the same shape as before, though at its current apparent age. His grandson having used his mortal shell as a cloning project had been incentive; plenty of nice, empty hosts for the taking.
--But none of that felt technically relevant to what Mettaton was actually asking, so he decides to not complicate matters further.]
This current shape... 'tis mostly unaltered from its original version, though I may have- tweaked a few details. Nothing that would cause him to stand out among his people, but... well, I find it far easier to use a host that feels familiar.
[From Mettaton's neck, Emet-Selch's hand drifts to explore the robot's upper back, half-kneading for the sake of touching him, half-helping to keep him pressed close. The feeling of a sigh disturbing his hair was a little... endearing, almost; the Ascian wasn't certain, but he thought that was what that emotion was.]
...It's not advisable for us to change bodies on a frequent basis. While some of my brethren chose to ignore this to their ultimate detriment, I keep my hosts for as long as possible. Ensuring they're comfortable is essential.
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And the sound of his name still carried with it a small pang of nostalgia each time the Ascian heard it, further reassuring him that it probably had been the right decision to share it with Mettaton. The question that follows surprises him somewhat, and the logistics of it have him pause for a few seconds. Technically, the original version of this host he'd kept until its natural mortal death in his late 80s. Then he'd slept, been woken up, and decided to use the same shape as before, though at its current apparent age. His grandson having used his mortal shell as a cloning project had been incentive; plenty of nice, empty hosts for the taking.
--But none of that felt technically relevant to what Mettaton was actually asking, so he decides to not complicate matters further.]
This current shape... 'tis mostly unaltered from its original version, though I may have- tweaked a few details. Nothing that would cause him to stand out among his people, but... well, I find it far easier to use a host that feels familiar.
[From Mettaton's neck, Emet-Selch's hand drifts to explore the robot's upper back, half-kneading for the sake of touching him, half-helping to keep him pressed close. The feeling of a sigh disturbing his hair was a little... endearing, almost; the Ascian wasn't certain, but he thought that was what that emotion was.]
...It's not advisable for us to change bodies on a frequent basis. While some of my brethren chose to ignore this to their ultimate detriment, I keep my hosts for as long as possible. Ensuring they're comfortable is essential.