[He hasn't even fulfilled the task to thank him, but Mettaton won't leave until he does. He doesn't take no for an answer, for most anything he really wants.
As another expression of 100% affection, he kisses him softly against his neck, eye closed and fingers lazy. Mettaton's never one to hold back on doling out affection and for Emet-Selch it follows that it should be no different. And it isn't, but there's something to it, knowing that he couldn't possibly be this candid with anybody else in Aefenglom, lying like this. He's his usual self, but he's also able to indulge in all facets of his being, not just the showy ones. Maybe that means something.
It doesn't mean anything bad, he decides. He trusts him, and would trust him to be true in all matters, especially the aspects Mettaton fundamentally disagrees with him on. It's a nice feeling. He could find himself here more often.]
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[He hasn't even fulfilled the task to thank him, but Mettaton won't leave until he does. He doesn't take no for an answer, for most anything he really wants.
As another expression of 100% affection, he kisses him softly against his neck, eye closed and fingers lazy. Mettaton's never one to hold back on doling out affection and for Emet-Selch it follows that it should be no different. And it isn't, but there's something to it, knowing that he couldn't possibly be this candid with anybody else in Aefenglom, lying like this. He's his usual self, but he's also able to indulge in all facets of his being, not just the showy ones. Maybe that means something.
It doesn't mean anything bad, he decides. He trusts him, and would trust him to be true in all matters, especially the aspects Mettaton fundamentally disagrees with him on. It's a nice feeling. He could find himself here more often.]