[That Mettaton takes his time to even read his messages... the Ascian would be (unreasonably) irked, if he hadn't similarly zoned out. Less cheerfully, far less in a good mood, despite the relief that his husband had woken up. Not in a terrible mood either, but something muted, tired.
Shaking off a bit of the haze when he hears the notification sound, Emet-Selch frowns before he even begins reading it.]
Another thing left behind us.
[Mettaton's ability to salivate, that is. And strange as it was as a thing to miss- it had its uses.]
What 'resourcefulness' is it, when there's only one option left?
[Dissatisfaction remained, that he'd given in and asked this dubious source for a boon, and his fingers tighten around the phone. Even if some payment had been taken from him, it was one he couldn't completely quantify, which inspired his caution. He was certainly grateful for it as well, no matter the concern his lover's unconsciousness had brought, but that didn't mean he liked it.
Ambivalence, at best. He sighs into the night air, looks back up at the Crystal itself that he'd been lingering in the vicinity of. No more wishes required, for now.]
I'll return. How much should I be dreading whatever it is you're holding back from me? Your answer will determine my pace.
[A pause; he even takes a few steps, before stopping, and adding on impulse.]
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Shaking off a bit of the haze when he hears the notification sound, Emet-Selch frowns before he even begins reading it.]
Another thing left behind us.
[Mettaton's ability to salivate, that is. And strange as it was as a thing to miss- it had its uses.]
What 'resourcefulness' is it, when there's only one option left?
[Dissatisfaction remained, that he'd given in and asked this dubious source for a boon, and his fingers tighten around the phone. Even if some payment had been taken from him, it was one he couldn't completely quantify, which inspired his caution. He was certainly grateful for it as well, no matter the concern his lover's unconsciousness had brought, but that didn't mean he liked it.
Ambivalence, at best. He sighs into the night air, looks back up at the Crystal itself that he'd been lingering in the vicinity of. No more wishes required, for now.]
I'll return. How much should I be dreading whatever it is you're holding back from me? Your answer will determine my pace.
[A pause; he even takes a few steps, before stopping, and adding on impulse.]
You were unconscious for three days, Mettaton.