[The egg would either resist Mettaton's particular crushing, or it would learn to. Mettaton is sure of this, and seems unconcerned about hovering over it, especially as he's busy encroaching on his husband little by little. Surely, this cuddling business would be beneficial to all three of them, knowing what he knows.
The raised eyebrow earns a reply from Mettaton, who quirks an eyebrow at Emet-Selch right back. A teasing tug at the corner of his lip and an affectionate handsing, as Mettaton gropes at Emet-Selch's back.]
Don't give me that look. It'll take as long as it likes... and possibly longer, with you as the father!
[If Emet-Selch were a baby dragon in an eggshell, Mettaton imagines he'd really languish in there for as long as possible. Psychically, this is Mettaton's reply to any moment Emet-Selch demanded the dragon hurry up and hatch, lest he toss it out and consider it defective. The rotton egg effect is just a tired dragon and a tired Emet-Selch, MTT would argue, as for some reason he's the only one to demand that anyone do any hurrying.
It's playfully said, as he knows he'll want to know at some point the definitive answer. Maybe some of the other Dreamers would know how long it takes to incubate a dragon egg. It was a problem for future Mettaton.
Present Mettaton is pleased to have his lover's arms around him, and he wriggles into his arms. Of course, the egg is made to endure more tapping and bouncing of one unyielding surface against its own, whether it's glass or metal or silicone-around-metal.
Though sobered, it's only far enough to discuss a line of thinking determined rather than anything grave, and Mettaton sighs at Emet-Selch's pessimism.]
Oh, I know it. I was just Crystal-side, asking for all kinds of stuff, to see what I might get it to spit out! [Shaking his head, it's obvious that the Crystal didn't answer a single query. A quick glance to the bedroom, though, and...] Hmm... Nope. It didn't give me another body to transfer into. No gifts waiting for me on my pillow, the way my wedding ring waited for me. And unless you feel particularly powerful all of a sudden... I don't think it answered a single desire of mine today. It's particular! And cruel. Apparently, I'm not rich enough still...
[Oh, to be poor. Dramatically, Mettaton's head hangs. This egg was a distraction, but not really, as Mettaton was always forward-thinking while living in the present. But this is where Mettaton lifts his head with a grin, snuggling so close that the egg is well-pressed against any plane of his body it can be pressed to.]
But. Is there a rule where we can't wish for something together, you and I...? If we pool together our shards, and unite our hearts... couldn't we wish for anything? An upgraded body, for me? Your powers, for you? ... A business license?
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The raised eyebrow earns a reply from Mettaton, who quirks an eyebrow at Emet-Selch right back. A teasing tug at the corner of his lip and an affectionate handsing, as Mettaton gropes at Emet-Selch's back.]
Don't give me that look. It'll take as long as it likes... and possibly longer, with you as the father!
[If Emet-Selch were a baby dragon in an eggshell, Mettaton imagines he'd really languish in there for as long as possible. Psychically, this is Mettaton's reply to any moment Emet-Selch demanded the dragon hurry up and hatch, lest he toss it out and consider it defective. The rotton egg effect is just a tired dragon and a tired Emet-Selch, MTT would argue, as for some reason he's the only one to demand that anyone do any hurrying.
It's playfully said, as he knows he'll want to know at some point the definitive answer. Maybe some of the other Dreamers would know how long it takes to incubate a dragon egg. It was a problem for future Mettaton.
Present Mettaton is pleased to have his lover's arms around him, and he wriggles into his arms. Of course, the egg is made to endure more tapping and bouncing of one unyielding surface against its own, whether it's glass or metal or silicone-around-metal.
Though sobered, it's only far enough to discuss a line of thinking determined rather than anything grave, and Mettaton sighs at Emet-Selch's pessimism.]
Oh, I know it. I was just Crystal-side, asking for all kinds of stuff, to see what I might get it to spit out! [Shaking his head, it's obvious that the Crystal didn't answer a single query. A quick glance to the bedroom, though, and...] Hmm... Nope. It didn't give me another body to transfer into. No gifts waiting for me on my pillow, the way my wedding ring waited for me. And unless you feel particularly powerful all of a sudden... I don't think it answered a single desire of mine today. It's particular! And cruel. Apparently, I'm not rich enough still...
[Oh, to be poor. Dramatically, Mettaton's head hangs. This egg was a distraction, but not really, as Mettaton was always forward-thinking while living in the present. But this is where Mettaton lifts his head with a grin, snuggling so close that the egg is well-pressed against any plane of his body it can be pressed to.]
But. Is there a rule where we can't wish for something together, you and I...? If we pool together our shards, and unite our hearts... couldn't we wish for anything? An upgraded body, for me? Your powers, for you? ... A business license?