[He does not bother texting a reply, tossing instead his phone to the side to await the storm. Eyes closed, he takes in the quiet that remained....
It always did feel like barging, or a break-in, the robot determined to make an entrance no matter the modesty of his surroundings, or an audience lackluster. Emet-Selch doesn't even react to the sound, expected as it was, though a heavy sigh is Mettaton's response to the greeting. A normal response, from him.
He also doesn't move from his position on the couch, taking up the whole thing, spread along its length and spilling over- as this wasn't a couch intended for nearly seven-foot anything. Accommodating black robes similarly drape over everything, even the floor. Nearly sighing another time as Mettaton forces a seat beside him, this manner of crowding was just as familiar to him; more unusual was this delivery made onto his lap.
Frowning down at the large egg, that seemed even more glittery in person, he grudgingly reaches out to nudge it, the fabric of his robes underneath it making an impromptu nest out of the whole thing. Scaley, heavy, inconvenient.... His eyes fix back up on Mettaton's face, impassive and unimpressed.]
There, the extent of my involvement.
[A warm, reclining body. This much he was an expert in.]
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It always did feel like barging, or a break-in, the robot determined to make an entrance no matter the modesty of his surroundings, or an audience lackluster. Emet-Selch doesn't even react to the sound, expected as it was, though a heavy sigh is Mettaton's response to the greeting. A normal response, from him.
He also doesn't move from his position on the couch, taking up the whole thing, spread along its length and spilling over- as this wasn't a couch intended for nearly seven-foot anything. Accommodating black robes similarly drape over everything, even the floor. Nearly sighing another time as Mettaton forces a seat beside him, this manner of crowding was just as familiar to him; more unusual was this delivery made onto his lap.
Frowning down at the large egg, that seemed even more glittery in person, he grudgingly reaches out to nudge it, the fabric of his robes underneath it making an impromptu nest out of the whole thing. Scaley, heavy, inconvenient.... His eyes fix back up on Mettaton's face, impassive and unimpressed.]
There, the extent of my involvement.
[A warm, reclining body. This much he was an expert in.]