I'd say 'tis fine to remain until I become mostly crushed.
[A good thing Garleans were relatively sturdy, the Ascian thought, for all that his body was a relatively average specimen of the type. At least it gave him the chance of withstanding Mettaton for a time (which is the best anyone can ever hope for, really).
But being petted was good, restful, a little soothing. It was still more kindness than Emet-Selch knew what to do with, but he'd just have to accept this fate that he'd been dealt. He makes a soft, contented-sounding hum in the back of his throat, barely audible, nestling his head that tiny bit more against Mettaton.
Confidence was the primary reason the Ascian was undaunted at being so demonstrably claimed, perhaps even appreciating it. While he wasn't the type of person to try and show off those marks, neither would he do anything to deliberately hide them. What was there to be shy about? His host was just a host, but even if it had been a truer self, Emet-Selch didn't think he would have minded any more.
The puca's last comment has his hum gain a note of questioning. While he could make a reasonable guess (considering that their recent activities had included a lot of consciousness and not a lot of conversation), he still gives in and asks.]
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[A good thing Garleans were relatively sturdy, the Ascian thought, for all that his body was a relatively average specimen of the type. At least it gave him the chance of withstanding Mettaton for a time (which is the best anyone can ever hope for, really).
But being petted was good, restful, a little soothing. It was still more kindness than Emet-Selch knew what to do with, but he'd just have to accept this fate that he'd been dealt. He makes a soft, contented-sounding hum in the back of his throat, barely audible, nestling his head that tiny bit more against Mettaton.
Confidence was the primary reason the Ascian was undaunted at being so demonstrably claimed, perhaps even appreciating it. While he wasn't the type of person to try and show off those marks, neither would he do anything to deliberately hide them. What was there to be shy about? His host was just a host, but even if it had been a truer self, Emet-Selch didn't think he would have minded any more.
The puca's last comment has his hum gain a note of questioning. While he could make a reasonable guess (considering that their recent activities had included a lot of consciousness and not a lot of conversation), he still gives in and asks.]
And what mood would that be...?