[He's not siring any dragons, but Mettaton has decided that they are Eggnant With Dragon, and that means they're sharing parental responsibilities, such as being fathers. But if it dawdled, Mettaton would definitely blame it on Emet-Selch—especially as he grows to understand better the psychic connection it really has with the two closest by.
He could feel the dismissal, though, and that was okay by Mettaton. He continues to lean in, and continues to scrape against the egg, pressing it into Emet-Selch's soft abdomen. The egg handles this abuse like a champ, showing no signs of disruption, its sturdy exterior built for large, scaly parents. It would resist much of Mettaton.
The egg could simply sit there and remain audience to the couple's Crystalline considerations, as Emet-Selch ponders Mettaton's suggestion with an edge of doubt. And Mettaton beams, reassured by Emet-Selch's... agreement, as it could be put.]
I'm so glad you agree! [That there didn't seem to be a rule against wishing together. Mettaton rubs and pats Emet-Selch's back, squirming ever closer.] I can't think of something we CAN'T obtain, with our combined work. Short of our actual wishes, perhaps... as I can't imagine Vaeros would let us redeem that with shards. He'd have nothing to lord over us, that way.
[And even without asking, Mettaton knew what Emet-Selch's wish would be. He knew what Emet-Selch would wish for at the bottom of his heart... ...The fact of the matter is, that Mettaton could have wished for exactly the same thing as his husband. He didn't. He knows he didn't, but he doesn't regret his own wish, even when he knows it's more self-serving. He could obtain his own dreams, while still dreaming up solutions to Emet-Selch's.
But back to the matter of wishes and wants, Mettaton gives Emet-Selch a sultry look, a lowering of his lashes as he flutters them charmingly.]
Come on now, Hades. A business license means the production of... more shards! If I start up my brand here, I can better use my talents to make it big, and make money off of any idea I can dream! [Even the worst ones. Mettaton slips so close that it could very well wind Emet-Selch, with how firmly that egg is being forced into him. The only one who would be crushed here is Emet-Selch, under robot and dragon (egg).] I want to tell you my first idea, and I'll grow my business from there. An entertainment venue!! A better one than that horrendous bar they have here, and one glamorous enough to make even the audience feel like part of the spectacle!
[Mettaton smiles, eye bright and body wound tight enough to pounce, either on Emet-Selch or his dream. Both, at the same time, especially if he could rope the smaller man into helping him fund the endeavor.]
Like my restaurant-resort!! A stage... exclusive seating. Reservations. Fabulous food, and delightful wait staff. A fountain, featuring me... And a daily lineup of performers! It would be an outlet for those who wish for entertainment, and those who wish to entertain!
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[He's not siring any dragons, but Mettaton has decided that they are Eggnant With Dragon, and that means they're sharing parental responsibilities, such as being fathers. But if it dawdled, Mettaton would definitely blame it on Emet-Selch—especially as he grows to understand better the psychic connection it really has with the two closest by.
He could feel the dismissal, though, and that was okay by Mettaton. He continues to lean in, and continues to scrape against the egg, pressing it into Emet-Selch's soft abdomen. The egg handles this abuse like a champ, showing no signs of disruption, its sturdy exterior built for large, scaly parents. It would resist much of Mettaton.
The egg could simply sit there and remain audience to the couple's Crystalline considerations, as Emet-Selch ponders Mettaton's suggestion with an edge of doubt. And Mettaton beams, reassured by Emet-Selch's... agreement, as it could be put.]
I'm so glad you agree! [That there didn't seem to be a rule against wishing together. Mettaton rubs and pats Emet-Selch's back, squirming ever closer.] I can't think of something we CAN'T obtain, with our combined work. Short of our actual wishes, perhaps... as I can't imagine Vaeros would let us redeem that with shards. He'd have nothing to lord over us, that way.
[And even without asking, Mettaton knew what Emet-Selch's wish would be. He knew what Emet-Selch would wish for at the bottom of his heart... ...The fact of the matter is, that Mettaton could have wished for exactly the same thing as his husband. He didn't. He knows he didn't, but he doesn't regret his own wish, even when he knows it's more self-serving. He could obtain his own dreams, while still dreaming up solutions to Emet-Selch's.
But back to the matter of wishes and wants, Mettaton gives Emet-Selch a sultry look, a lowering of his lashes as he flutters them charmingly.]
Come on now, Hades. A business license means the production of... more shards! If I start up my brand here, I can better use my talents to make it big, and make money off of any idea I can dream! [Even the worst ones. Mettaton slips so close that it could very well wind Emet-Selch, with how firmly that egg is being forced into him. The only one who would be crushed here is Emet-Selch, under robot and dragon (egg).] I want to tell you my first idea, and I'll grow my business from there. An entertainment venue!! A better one than that horrendous bar they have here, and one glamorous enough to make even the audience feel like part of the spectacle!
[Mettaton smiles, eye bright and body wound tight enough to pounce, either on Emet-Selch or his dream. Both, at the same time, especially if he could rope the smaller man into helping him fund the endeavor.]
Like my restaurant-resort!! A stage... exclusive seating. Reservations. Fabulous food, and delightful wait staff. A fountain, featuring me... And a daily lineup of performers! It would be an outlet for those who wish for entertainment, and those who wish to entertain!