[From large, scaly parents, to one squishy and one metallic. But with little concern in him for the egg's fate (and that it did seem to be holding up well against this bit of jostling... if anything, it would be his own body to give way first), and even less desire to pretend to be a parent to anything, ever again, he lets it drop for now.
Any amount of shard-gathering wouldn't buy for them their true wishes- he assumed that much. Emet-Selch still didn't believe their true wishes would be granted anyway, and whether it was due to lack of capacity or willingness, he didn't care. The result would be the same. But as for buying something smaller together, yes... he thought it might be allowed. Though Mettaton's enthusiastic response only raised his suspicion- and the way he was looked at did nothing to ease it, his sultry look meeting an impassive stare.
More pertinent now were Mettaton's business plans, and while he had nothing against the idol finding some way to spend the time (and potentially produce shards), he was far less certain over his own precious shard-collection being devoted to this venture. And his chance of cooperation dwindled the more the robot described, as he imagined Mettaton emptying his accounts for the sake of purchasing a series of Mettaton-shaped fountains....
His sour look is interrupted by something of a grimace though, as Mettaton seemed determined most of all to lodge this egg inside him in some crude, unpleasant way. Though he tries to squirm to adjust his position somewhat and escape this fate, he's too tightly held down to succeed. The discomfort does nothing to improve his willingness to concede anything to him.]
If that's- your aim, you're not getting a lone shard from me.
[From holding onto him, his hands push at Mettaton's chest, wanting most of all to not be crushed by enthusiasm/egg.]
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Any amount of shard-gathering wouldn't buy for them their true wishes- he assumed that much. Emet-Selch still didn't believe their true wishes would be granted anyway, and whether it was due to lack of capacity or willingness, he didn't care. The result would be the same. But as for buying something smaller together, yes... he thought it might be allowed. Though Mettaton's enthusiastic response only raised his suspicion- and the way he was looked at did nothing to ease it, his sultry look meeting an impassive stare.
More pertinent now were Mettaton's business plans, and while he had nothing against the idol finding some way to spend the time (and potentially produce shards), he was far less certain over his own precious shard-collection being devoted to this venture. And his chance of cooperation dwindled the more the robot described, as he imagined Mettaton emptying his accounts for the sake of purchasing a series of Mettaton-shaped fountains....
His sour look is interrupted by something of a grimace though, as Mettaton seemed determined most of all to lodge this egg inside him in some crude, unpleasant way. Though he tries to squirm to adjust his position somewhat and escape this fate, he's too tightly held down to succeed. The discomfort does nothing to improve his willingness to concede anything to him.]
If that's- your aim, you're not getting a lone shard from me.
[From holding onto him, his hands push at Mettaton's chest, wanting most of all to not be crushed by enthusiasm/egg.]
Find someone else's work to waste.