The Ascian doesn't quite sigh again at that answer, though he does shake his head, just slightly. The puca had a real talent for taking any comment and making it into whatever he wanted.
And while he wouldn't at all share the same conviction of preferring Mettaton talkative over quiet, conversation with him was always interesting. Even when it annoyed. Even when they disagreed, which they did over... a lot of things, especially important things. And yet here they both were.
But what Emet-Selch could appreciate is that they both seemed to have just assumed that of course Mettaton would be staying the night. No discussion necessary (though the Ascian would be reluctantly relieved to find it somewhat easier to breathe halfway through the night). Reaching up, he quietly strokes at Mettaton's hair for a few seconds, before returning his arm to its place at his back.]
...I will.
[He hadn't forgotten, despite... distractions. Considerable distractions. But the Ascian's certain he could fashion something to an acceptable standard without trouble. To a perfectionist standard, he was less sure of, but it would be nonetheless good.]
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The Ascian doesn't quite sigh again at that answer, though he does shake his head, just slightly. The puca had a real talent for taking any comment and making it into whatever he wanted.
And while he wouldn't at all share the same conviction of preferring Mettaton talkative over quiet, conversation with him was always interesting. Even when it annoyed. Even when they disagreed, which they did over... a lot of things, especially important things. And yet here they both were.
But what Emet-Selch could appreciate is that they both seemed to have just assumed that of course Mettaton would be staying the night. No discussion necessary (though the Ascian would be reluctantly relieved to find it somewhat easier to breathe halfway through the night). Reaching up, he quietly strokes at Mettaton's hair for a few seconds, before returning his arm to its place at his back.]
...I will.
[He hadn't forgotten, despite... distractions. Considerable distractions. But the Ascian's certain he could fashion something to an acceptable standard without trouble. To a perfectionist standard, he was less sure of, but it would be nonetheless good.]