[A sigh from Emet-Selch is expected enough to be part of the pleasure. A greeting of sorts, a natural expelling of air when Mettaton takes so much of it with his presence. Another sort of surrender, as a dark violet eye drinks in the sight of his victim in a cozy puddle of black fabric.
A perfect nest. Emet-Selch's soft body underneath would emanate warmth, and the two of them would serve as the most exalted of guardians for this creature. Mettaton smiles at the sight of it: Emet-Selch collapsed on the couch, egg in his lap, his unimpressed gaze locked on the man above him as he receives the burden of Egg, like or not.
It's his lap that it definitely belongs in, Mettaton decides, as he reaches out to bunch some of that fabric up around the egg, humming in satisfaction. If this is the extent of Emet-Selch's involvement, Mettaton leans in to kiss at his hairline for his contribution.]
We'll see about that. I have a feeling that you're going to have to help me with some of the more nuanced needs of a dragon. [That Emet-Selch already said he didn't know about, because dragons are not something he is practiced in... But he does have an advantage in being a creature made of organs and whatnot, unlike Mettaton.] How to take care of this, though... Hades, there's a reason I asked for you.
[Situating himself closer with a shimmy of his hips, Mettaton scoots deeper onto the couch and closer to Emet-Selch. Working a hand aboud the Ascian's hip, his other hand moves to rest upon Emet-Selch's as he glances at the abandoned egg, not quite understanding the gravity of life that he's been entrusted with while also trying to take it steps at a time. This is, after all, a living thing- and somehow, Mettaton had dodged feeling the call to any of these dragon eggs save this one.
It wasn't as though he hadn't been hassled by many a townsfolk. He told them he was too busy. Even the Forest Witch attempted to impart her knowledge to him- and Mettaton took it about as well as he did as a single-armed robot, which was not very seriously. But this one...]
I've been told, that dragons in this world require nurturing to live... from a pair. Why, it reminds me a little of my own kind! Um, except ghosts. [Glancing away. (How are ghosts made? Not like most monsters.)] That is, it's our feelings around this egg that will help the dragon hatch from out of its shell. However. The couple who takes care of it... has the potential to share memories.
[Mettaton closes his eye with a small smile. It sounded familiar to him, this particular obstacle. (Selective hearing on his end made Mettaton overlook that only pleasant memories would be shared- only that memories could be, and that was a risk.) He squeezes Emet-Selch's hand.]
And there's nobody I'd incidentally share a memory with, other than you.
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A perfect nest. Emet-Selch's soft body underneath would emanate warmth, and the two of them would serve as the most exalted of guardians for this creature. Mettaton smiles at the sight of it: Emet-Selch collapsed on the couch, egg in his lap, his unimpressed gaze locked on the man above him as he receives the burden of Egg, like or not.
It's his lap that it definitely belongs in, Mettaton decides, as he reaches out to bunch some of that fabric up around the egg, humming in satisfaction. If this is the extent of Emet-Selch's involvement, Mettaton leans in to kiss at his hairline for his contribution.]
We'll see about that. I have a feeling that you're going to have to help me with some of the more nuanced needs of a dragon. [That Emet-Selch already said he didn't know about, because dragons are not something he is practiced in... But he does have an advantage in being a creature made of organs and whatnot, unlike Mettaton.] How to take care of this, though... Hades, there's a reason I asked for you.
[Situating himself closer with a shimmy of his hips, Mettaton scoots deeper onto the couch and closer to Emet-Selch. Working a hand aboud the Ascian's hip, his other hand moves to rest upon Emet-Selch's as he glances at the abandoned egg, not quite understanding the gravity of life that he's been entrusted with while also trying to take it steps at a time. This is, after all, a living thing- and somehow, Mettaton had dodged feeling the call to any of these dragon eggs save this one.
It wasn't as though he hadn't been hassled by many a townsfolk. He told them he was too busy. Even the Forest Witch attempted to impart her knowledge to him- and Mettaton took it about as well as he did as a single-armed robot, which was not very seriously. But this one...]
I've been told, that dragons in this world require nurturing to live... from a pair. Why, it reminds me a little of my own kind! Um, except ghosts. [Glancing away. (How are ghosts made? Not like most monsters.)] That is, it's our feelings around this egg that will help the dragon hatch from out of its shell. However. The couple who takes care of it... has the potential to share memories.
[Mettaton closes his eye with a small smile. It sounded familiar to him, this particular obstacle. (Selective hearing on his end made Mettaton overlook that only pleasant memories would be shared- only that memories could be, and that was a risk.) He squeezes Emet-Selch's hand.]
And there's nobody I'd incidentally share a memory with, other than you.