[He could, and does, snort at that response, which came with about six hearts too many.
Though Emet-Selch didn't quite feel better for talking to him, for walking back to their modest residence and knowing that Mettaton was awake and waiting for him, healed and apparently energized- he did feel a degree less generally terrible.]
To the contrary, I fear the sight of you will set me back at least a week. Perhaps more, depending on your enthusiasm.
[Or Mettaton would be ready to leave different sorts of MTT-Brand injuries on his body, ones different from marks of electrocution. As while there was still some sign of it on his face, some lingering bruises on his body (and particular soreness above his heart), the Ascian was much recovered. He'd even practiced his healing a bit more, while waiting for Mettaton to wake up. While he still felt clumsy and weak at it, it had sped things up a little.
His steps don't quite speed up a little, but his curiosity was definitely there. Maybe even anticipation- but that was more to just see him again. For the first time on this world where they'd both been alive and as well as they could be. Neither insane nor missing limbs.]
You're clouding too much as it is. What is even so important
[He just sends that with one hand as he opens the door, not bothering to complete the question or to add any others. If unaccosted, he'll move (definitely, deliberately at his own pace) towards the bedroom and it's specially fluffed pillows.]
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Though Emet-Selch didn't quite feel better for talking to him, for walking back to their modest residence and knowing that Mettaton was awake and waiting for him, healed and apparently energized- he did feel a degree less generally terrible.]
To the contrary, I fear the sight of you will set me back at least a week. Perhaps more, depending on your enthusiasm.
[Or Mettaton would be ready to leave different sorts of MTT-Brand injuries on his body, ones different from marks of electrocution. As while there was still some sign of it on his face, some lingering bruises on his body (and particular soreness above his heart), the Ascian was much recovered. He'd even practiced his healing a bit more, while waiting for Mettaton to wake up. While he still felt clumsy and weak at it, it had sped things up a little.
His steps don't quite speed up a little, but his curiosity was definitely there. Maybe even anticipation- but that was more to just see him again. For the first time on this world where they'd both been alive and as well as they could be. Neither insane nor missing limbs.]
You're clouding too much as it is. What is even so important
[He just sends that with one hand as he opens the door, not bothering to complete the question or to add any others. If unaccosted, he'll move (definitely, deliberately at his own pace) towards the bedroom and it's specially fluffed pillows.]