[The Ascian's first thought is mostly 'does that actually qualify as a mood?' It was more of an... action. Or consequence. He was pretty sure that didn't count.
(His second thought was relief that if Mettaton was going to continue to use that 'darling' suffix with him, that it did sound better attached to his actual name compared to all previous attempts with his title.)
But Emet-Selch just sighs, throwing the ceiling of his room a rather flat look before closing his eyes again. Even so, he can't manage more than the most mild of exasperations, not in his current state, and especially not with that rather restful treatment of his hair and scalp. It was quite easy to be lulled by it, by those small kisses, feeling somewhat taken care of.]
...'tis better than many of your other moods.
[Especially the chatty and teasing ones (which seemed to be the majority). And much better than the other types of silence.]
Well... I won't complain should you find yourself inclined towards self-silencing once again.
[Not right now, though, considering the Ascian's own deepening sense of exhaustion. With the dissatisfaction of the earlier part of the day, the intensity of the last of it, the weight of a lifetime underneath it- he was tired. Neverminding the 'carrying four Bonds' thing.
Still... it wasn't a wholly terrible exhaustion as it normally was, as it would've been if he'd been able to go right to sleep as he'd intended on arriving in his room. The menacing puca had improved things somehow, and that was perhaps the most surprising part of all.
It wouldn't last, and he was still miserable, but that echo of a feeling of not being entirely alone in the world was more than he'd had before.]
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(His second thought was relief that if Mettaton was going to continue to use that 'darling' suffix with him, that it did sound better attached to his actual name compared to all previous attempts with his title.)
But Emet-Selch just sighs, throwing the ceiling of his room a rather flat look before closing his eyes again. Even so, he can't manage more than the most mild of exasperations, not in his current state, and especially not with that rather restful treatment of his hair and scalp. It was quite easy to be lulled by it, by those small kisses, feeling somewhat taken care of.]
...'tis better than many of your other moods.
[Especially the chatty and teasing ones (which seemed to be the majority). And much better than the other types of silence.]
Well... I won't complain should you find yourself inclined towards self-silencing once again.
[Not right now, though, considering the Ascian's own deepening sense of exhaustion. With the dissatisfaction of the earlier part of the day, the intensity of the last of it, the weight of a lifetime underneath it- he was tired. Neverminding the 'carrying four Bonds' thing.
Still... it wasn't a wholly terrible exhaustion as it normally was, as it would've been if he'd been able to go right to sleep as he'd intended on arriving in his room. The menacing puca had improved things somehow, and that was perhaps the most surprising part of all.
It wouldn't last, and he was still miserable, but that echo of a feeling of not being entirely alone in the world was more than he'd had before.]