[He notes he's awoken in bed. It's... probably soft against his every angle and plane, compressed under unyielding metal and framework. He'd appreciate it all if he had muscles to feel sore with—and ultimately, he does note how good he feels. He feels refreshed, as though he were in possession of muscles, and they'd all been rubbed down until every twitch and need for exertion had been worked out of him. He felt so good.
Mettaton blames this on the dream-Emet-Selch, who so lovingly massaged him from head to toe, then back again, and generously so upon... some areas.
So he was in bed, and he did appreciate it. It was more glamorous besides, though he knew that Emet-Selch would remain on the floor with him if need be, as he had before. The point was this: he much preferred bed rest to being an appliance left as a heap on the floor!
He also just wanted Emet-Selch next to him. And he wasn't here, the way he would be upon waking as usual. He had two-to-three arms now, and could hold him tight... Mettaton huffs at his phone, as Emet-Selch deliberately delays the inevitable. (And MTT gets a growing sense that he was casually biding his time, for a very particular reason. More a reason to huff.)]
I may not be a Puca. But I don't need earrings or finding magic to hunt you down, darling. No, what I have on my side is my love for you... and everything I've come to learn about you. I could find you in a snap!
[That is the more playful, if heated, message. One that he still sends with a daunting smile upon his lips. The next, though, is more heartfelt.]
The air... Hades, are you sure you had nothing to do with this? It may not be unusual for me to dream about you... but I feel as though I spent the night in a luxurious resort, massaged up and down by your graceful hands and dexterous fingers. I feel I have you written all over me.
[The third arm is an oddity. Mettaton sends this message, and regards it quietly. What should've been done with this...]
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Mettaton blames this on the dream-Emet-Selch, who so lovingly massaged him from head to toe, then back again, and generously so upon... some areas.
So he was in bed, and he did appreciate it. It was more glamorous besides, though he knew that Emet-Selch would remain on the floor with him if need be, as he had before. The point was this: he much preferred bed rest to being an appliance left as a heap on the floor!
He also just wanted Emet-Selch next to him. And he wasn't here, the way he would be upon waking as usual. He had two-to-three arms now, and could hold him tight... Mettaton huffs at his phone, as Emet-Selch deliberately delays the inevitable. (And MTT gets a growing sense that he was casually biding his time, for a very particular reason. More a reason to huff.)]
I may not be a Puca. But I don't need earrings or finding magic to hunt you down, darling. No, what I have on my side is my love for you... and everything I've come to learn about you. I could find you in a snap!
[That is the more playful, if heated, message. One that he still sends with a daunting smile upon his lips. The next, though, is more heartfelt.]
The air... Hades, are you sure you had nothing to do with this? It may not be unusual for me to dream about you... but I feel as though I spent the night in a luxurious resort, massaged up and down by your graceful hands and dexterous fingers. I feel I have you written all over me.
[The third arm is an oddity. Mettaton sends this message, and regards it quietly. What should've been done with this...]