[The comment earns a chuckle. Emet-Selch is free to feel as set back as he thinks he wants to be, if it's Mettaton who inspires it. Mettaton knows that even if he's set back, he'll carry on. Besides...]
Haven't you been watching over me these past three days? Come on... Will the sight of me AWAKE really impact you so starkly? I'll have to give you a good reason to feel that way, honestly.
[Give Emet-Selch something to remember.
As he dwells on Emet-Selch's impending approach, Mettaton grows... antsier. He squirms. He readjusts himself. He realizes that he is totally brimming with energy—and the fleeting idea that he'd put to bed earlier about meeting Emet-Selch half-way resurfaces, an itch in his legs that couldn't be rubbed away. Even as he presses his shins together in an attempt to alleviate the urge, he realizes that even his heart is increasingly set on the desire. He would meet Emet-Selch... and he would walk where his magnificent heels take him, as he knew he'd be possessed to find Emet-Selch in his path.
With a flourish, he springs to his feet. And from there he advances, heading on quick steps toward the front door. But the idol doesn't get very far toward the bedroom door as he hears the front door open and close, his phone vibrating with a message he glances at as he smiles.]
Hades!! There you are!
[The bedroom door flies open. Mettaton skips toward the front door and closes distance between himself and Emet-Selch's lumbering pace- and more than ever, MTT knows, knows that this was an act of heavier steps, for as much as it was also a very appropriate Emet-Selch-pace. Mettaton would speed up their union.
With a pounce, MTT lunges around a corner. He grins ear to ear, and as he reaches Emet-Selch, he snatches him up in spread arms. Two arms, both in perfect condition, and strong as can be, they wind around the Ascian's person as he buries his face into the side of his head.]
Oh, I love you. What a magnificent man you are...
[He squeezes him close to his body, stooping slightly so that Emet-Selch's chin would reach his exposed shoulder—and so that his own neck was well within reach.]
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Haven't you been watching over me these past three days? Come on... Will the sight of me AWAKE really impact you so starkly? I'll have to give you a good reason to feel that way, honestly.
[Give Emet-Selch something to remember.
As he dwells on Emet-Selch's impending approach, Mettaton grows... antsier. He squirms. He readjusts himself. He realizes that he is totally brimming with energy—and the fleeting idea that he'd put to bed earlier about meeting Emet-Selch half-way resurfaces, an itch in his legs that couldn't be rubbed away. Even as he presses his shins together in an attempt to alleviate the urge, he realizes that even his heart is increasingly set on the desire. He would meet Emet-Selch... and he would walk where his magnificent heels take him, as he knew he'd be possessed to find Emet-Selch in his path.
With a flourish, he springs to his feet. And from there he advances, heading on quick steps toward the front door. But the idol doesn't get very far toward the bedroom door as he hears the front door open and close, his phone vibrating with a message he glances at as he smiles.]
Hades!! There you are!
[The bedroom door flies open. Mettaton skips toward the front door and closes distance between himself and Emet-Selch's lumbering pace- and more than ever, MTT knows, knows that this was an act of heavier steps, for as much as it was also a very appropriate Emet-Selch-pace. Mettaton would speed up their union.
With a pounce, MTT lunges around a corner. He grins ear to ear, and as he reaches Emet-Selch, he snatches him up in spread arms. Two arms, both in perfect condition, and strong as can be, they wind around the Ascian's person as he buries his face into the side of his head.]
Oh, I love you. What a magnificent man you are...
[He squeezes him close to his body, stooping slightly so that Emet-Selch's chin would reach his exposed shoulder—and so that his own neck was well within reach.]