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Mettaton EX ([personal profile] glitzandglamour) wrote in [personal profile] unsundered 2020-03-01 01:53 pm (UTC)

[Of course, hitting his neck with more purpose and teeth earns a yelp out of him. Though it was quiet and short, Mettaton surprises even himself with the noise and his ears bounce to attention; even if he wished to pretend he hadn't made the noise, he only allows more access there. Allowing more access just in time for Emet-Selch to drag his tongue across him, and he can barely control a shudder.

He has the task of trying to pay attention through this, now. Another swallow, and he goes back to burying his face into Emet-Selch's hair. Hearing of some change that might not be too intrusive, he wonders if it's the shock of white — whatever that implies for a familiar attribute. He guesses that having had so many bodies, this familiarity must have come gradually: commonalities between bodies that defined him, despite the difference in shape. Unless, of course, this familiarity was something that came from an original form.

The hand he has against his skin slides along his waist to his side, feeling for the curve of his body. The one in his hair rubs his scalp. He feels he's collected enough to speak, at least.]


... Is the white in his hair your doing? [His inquiry expresses that he'd like to know what's familiar to him. Whatever it is, it must be a commonality between his forms, something Emet-Selch liked to have as a feature that defined him.] Or maybe, whatever that is on your forehead...

[He doesn't know what a Garlean is, but even after he says it, he seems to doubt that; it would cause him to stand out, if it weren't a normal thing. Emet-Selch's fingers against his back are nice, and they encourage him to shift his body close. Closer.]

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