[There is very little Mettaton knows about the intelligence of the creature they sought to rear, and Mettaton doesn't think far enough ahead to anticipate one result or another. (Everything could be a pet, in Mettaton's eyes.) The question about how his people reproduce as a broad statement gets a laugh out of Mettaton, who points out the most simple of answers.]
Do you think a cat lays eggs, darling? [He sounds incredulous, but for all of the teasing tone, he knows it's still an aside of a question that comes from simply not knowing.
But that answer should suffice. Monsters... are very, very variable. And not all monsters are birds, or fish... and not all fish lay eggs?? And not all monsters lay eggs, give birth, or asexually reproduce. They may perform: none of the above. It's frankly unknowable, but feelings are definitely involved.
He drops it, simple as that. For the third time he scoots closer to Emet-Selch as though it were possible to do in their current position, as he drapes his wrists over each of Emet-Selch's shoulders and laces his fingertips behind his neck. The robot hovers over their charge, hip sidled as neatly against Emet-Selch, and as close to boot. If the powers of this dragon made it so that their memories were blended, it only made sense that the dragon itself would experience their thoughts as well...
A consideration that Mettaton hums to, as he silently decides (optimistically) that the dragon had either better be on the level of a pet, or should understand the gravity of his own memories and thoughts and safeguard them as Emet-Selch does. And the other truth he knew: Emet-Selch would make sure their secrets remain secrets. That he would kill this dragonling to guard him, Mettaton didn't doubt, nor did he presently mind. All in all, Emet-Selch's reply to him is satisfying. Their memories do belong in one another's hands.]
There's nowhere I'd rather trust myself, than with you. [Spoken lowly, as Mettaton leans in enough to nearly graze the sturdy shell of the egg with his body.] There are other things about raising this egg... but I think the basics have been covered.
[He smiles. No more explaining. Eggsplaining. That it wants for quieter surrounds, or that it'll soak in its ambient emotions, those were all collateral. They are the acting parents now, and whatever happens, happens. If anything, Mettaton does feel the satisfaction at working together with Emet-Selch on a project for the long-haul, reminding him somewhat of the mutual effort it takes to strengthen their Bond, to deepen its magical entwining.
Speaking of entwining, Mettaton decides to change his position. Keeping his wrists draped over Emet-Selch's shoulders, Mettaton heaves the rest of his body gently up and off of the couch before maneuvering his long legs onto the cushion. Nudging the shape of Emet-Selch's closest leg, he knows the Ascian will be easy to coax to spread, which is where Mettaton decides to make his new home: between his legs, spread, so that he can hover over egg and husband.]
As long as we keep it close, our natural inclination toward each other should be all it needs to be nurtured to hatching. And that... is something the townspeople impressed upon me, is more than appreciated. They seem to really care about their dragon population!
[Mettaton could tell how much this meant to them, especially because they were willing to pay him. He also accepted the offer for free food, because Emet-Selch would appreciate that! He loves free food! The townspeople didn't bat an eye when he accepted it, either, which was also appreciated. No judgements were passed about the robot wanting food. Overall, though, with a life that needed only the ambient affection around it to be nurtured... He felt assured that they could not only do it, but yield a good result. Anything unexpected about the process would be experienced with Emet-Selch by his side.
Mettaton settles close. One of his hands moves down to adjust his lover's vast robes so that he's not sitting on them, hiking them up and around his body, especially so that he can shift his knees beneath the smaller man's thighs and shimmy his way up close to his body. Hovering close, his arms are returned to Emet-Selch's shoulders.]
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Do you think a cat lays eggs, darling? [He sounds incredulous, but for all of the teasing tone, he knows it's still an aside of a question that comes from simply not knowing.
But that answer should suffice. Monsters... are very, very variable. And not all monsters are birds, or fish... and not all fish lay eggs?? And not all monsters lay eggs, give birth, or asexually reproduce. They may perform: none of the above. It's frankly unknowable, but feelings are definitely involved.
He drops it, simple as that. For the third time he scoots closer to Emet-Selch as though it were possible to do in their current position, as he drapes his wrists over each of Emet-Selch's shoulders and laces his fingertips behind his neck. The robot hovers over their charge, hip sidled as neatly against Emet-Selch, and as close to boot. If the powers of this dragon made it so that their memories were blended, it only made sense that the dragon itself would experience their thoughts as well...
A consideration that Mettaton hums to, as he silently decides (optimistically) that the dragon had either better be on the level of a pet, or should understand the gravity of his own memories and thoughts and safeguard them as Emet-Selch does. And the other truth he knew: Emet-Selch would make sure their secrets remain secrets. That he would kill this dragonling to guard him, Mettaton didn't doubt, nor did he presently mind. All in all, Emet-Selch's reply to him is satisfying. Their memories do belong in one another's hands.]
There's nowhere I'd rather trust myself, than with you. [Spoken lowly, as Mettaton leans in enough to nearly graze the sturdy shell of the egg with his body.] There are other things about raising this egg... but I think the basics have been covered.
[He smiles. No more explaining. Eggsplaining. That it wants for quieter surrounds, or that it'll soak in its ambient emotions, those were all collateral. They are the acting parents now, and whatever happens, happens. If anything, Mettaton does feel the satisfaction at working together with Emet-Selch on a project for the long-haul, reminding him somewhat of the mutual effort it takes to strengthen their Bond, to deepen its magical entwining.
Speaking of entwining, Mettaton decides to change his position. Keeping his wrists draped over Emet-Selch's shoulders, Mettaton heaves the rest of his body gently up and off of the couch before maneuvering his long legs onto the cushion. Nudging the shape of Emet-Selch's closest leg, he knows the Ascian will be easy to coax to spread, which is where Mettaton decides to make his new home: between his legs, spread, so that he can hover over egg and husband.]
As long as we keep it close, our natural inclination toward each other should be all it needs to be nurtured to hatching. And that... is something the townspeople impressed upon me, is more than appreciated. They seem to really care about their dragon population!
[Mettaton could tell how much this meant to them, especially because they were willing to pay him. He also accepted the offer for free food, because Emet-Selch would appreciate that! He loves free food! The townspeople didn't bat an eye when he accepted it, either, which was also appreciated. No judgements were passed about the robot wanting food. Overall, though, with a life that needed only the ambient affection around it to be nurtured... He felt assured that they could not only do it, but yield a good result. Anything unexpected about the process would be experienced with Emet-Selch by his side.
Mettaton settles close. One of his hands moves down to adjust his lover's vast robes so that he's not sitting on them, hiking them up and around his body, especially so that he can shift his knees beneath the smaller man's thighs and shimmy his way up close to his body. Hovering close, his arms are returned to Emet-Selch's shoulders.]