[Remaining the stretched-out lump that he was, Emet-Selch offers no resistance as Mettaton moves to improve the conditions their egg now rested in. Bunching up plentiful fabric, giving it what warmth and security that was available, the mage tolerates his new occupation as 'nest'. He huffs another breath at the kiss- and pairs it with a long-suffering look towards the taller man.]
I'm getting the same, terrible feeling.
[The egg was here, like it or not (he chose 'not'), and if its needs at this stage weren't too particular when it came to temperature, then at the end of it they might have a dragon to look after. Or he might have a dragon to look after, given that for all his lover's good intentions, and strides made when it came to understanding organic needs... there were gaps. There were gaps, and Emet-Selch didn't trust at all Mettaton's ability to not get distracted if something more interesting came along, leaving him to the tedium of childrearing....
Though he's about to ask if Mettaton knew anything about this world's dragons (were they hatching something with the intelligence of a pet/familiar/human, or something greater than that?), he's distracted as the robot scoots closer yet. As Mettaton explains what he did know about how to raise this dragon- or at least, how to get it out of its shell, and the comparison to his own people.]
Do monsters lay eggs....
[It's more of a mutter than an aside. Ghosts, of course, were an even greater mystery, and as Mettaton glances furtively away, Emet-Selch gazes upon their egg.
The threat of memory sharing, though... he wasn't surprised that Mettaton latched on to that particular detail, and he frowns deeper at it. If there was any risk of that happening at all, his lover would mean to ensure that it was only with him. And while 'not raising any egg at all' seemed to be the safest (and least troublesome) method of avoiding it- it might be too late now, if Mettaton had gotten himself attached to this thing.]
Our memories belong with one another. [He confirms; if looking after this egg with him was the way to keeping Mettaton's secure, then so be it. (He will still complain.) His gaze flits up towards the robot.] However, if this dragon is inspiring such specific intimacy, I hope our charge understands to keep our histories to itself.
[Was their egg going to be a voyeur to it all? It seemed an easy assumption to make, if its nature caused memories to bleed out in its presence. An emotional and historical blending, to prepare the lizard for the world it would hatch into.
But he squeezes Mettaton's hand back, regardless. If he had to kill their dragonling to keep Mettaton's secret safe, he wouldn't even hesitate.]
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I'm getting the same, terrible feeling.
[The egg was here, like it or not (he chose 'not'), and if its needs at this stage weren't too particular when it came to temperature, then at the end of it they might have a dragon to look after. Or he might have a dragon to look after, given that for all his lover's good intentions, and strides made when it came to understanding organic needs... there were gaps. There were gaps, and Emet-Selch didn't trust at all Mettaton's ability to not get distracted if something more interesting came along, leaving him to the tedium of childrearing....
Though he's about to ask if Mettaton knew anything about this world's dragons (were they hatching something with the intelligence of a pet/familiar/human, or something greater than that?), he's distracted as the robot scoots closer yet. As Mettaton explains what he did know about how to raise this dragon- or at least, how to get it out of its shell, and the comparison to his own people.]
Do monsters lay eggs....
[It's more of a mutter than an aside. Ghosts, of course, were an even greater mystery, and as Mettaton glances furtively away, Emet-Selch gazes upon their egg.
The threat of memory sharing, though... he wasn't surprised that Mettaton latched on to that particular detail, and he frowns deeper at it. If there was any risk of that happening at all, his lover would mean to ensure that it was only with him. And while 'not raising any egg at all' seemed to be the safest (and least troublesome) method of avoiding it- it might be too late now, if Mettaton had gotten himself attached to this thing.]
Our memories belong with one another. [He confirms; if looking after this egg with him was the way to keeping Mettaton's secure, then so be it. (He will still complain.) His gaze flits up towards the robot.] However, if this dragon is inspiring such specific intimacy, I hope our charge understands to keep our histories to itself.
[Was their egg going to be a voyeur to it all? It seemed an easy assumption to make, if its nature caused memories to bleed out in its presence. An emotional and historical blending, to prepare the lizard for the world it would hatch into.
But he squeezes Mettaton's hand back, regardless. If he had to kill their dragonling to keep Mettaton's secret safe, he wouldn't even hesitate.]