[It could be done later, and is entirely behind the other things they prioritize. But it doesn't stop Mettaton from thinking about it, from talking about it... And from blabbing about his ideas to Emet-Selch rather than holding onto them until they could be center stage. (Besides, Emet-Selch getting his powers first felt like a priority compared to a business, because they could come in ever so much help!)
But it wasn't the first thing he wanted Emet-Selch's help in, as there were other things to finance. Mettaton smiles, sinking comfortably into his spot. The egg gets more of his weight, but it's not so much that it's dug into the Ascian beneath this time.]
Such a shame. I was looking forward to it! [To his help; to his input. He really was, and he decides it's still not a lost cause when he shrugs.] We'll see how you feel later. When you don't have better things to do. Such as... team up with me to alter my body, and regain your powers. You'll still do that, hmm?
[Mettaton has decided that Emet-Selch's exasperation could be addressed directly. He doesn't view even his shard-and-fame-generating ventures to take precedence over these two important tasks- which he would see to, with or without Emet-Selch's help.
Withdrawing one hand from his back, Mettaton reaches for Emet-Selch's fingers. He weaves four digits in with five, sure that they were together on these ventures to start. From there, he could see if Emet-Selch was willing to work with him- and even then, the idol would see his own desires to fruition on his own. (He still had other business ideas, though, and would gladly air them out.)]
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But it wasn't the first thing he wanted Emet-Selch's help in, as there were other things to finance. Mettaton smiles, sinking comfortably into his spot. The egg gets more of his weight, but it's not so much that it's dug into the Ascian beneath this time.]
Such a shame. I was looking forward to it! [To his help; to his input. He really was, and he decides it's still not a lost cause when he shrugs.] We'll see how you feel later. When you don't have better things to do. Such as... team up with me to alter my body, and regain your powers. You'll still do that, hmm?
[Mettaton has decided that Emet-Selch's exasperation could be addressed directly. He doesn't view even his shard-and-fame-generating ventures to take precedence over these two important tasks- which he would see to, with or without Emet-Selch's help.
Withdrawing one hand from his back, Mettaton reaches for Emet-Selch's fingers. He weaves four digits in with five, sure that they were together on these ventures to start. From there, he could see if Emet-Selch was willing to work with him- and even then, the idol would see his own desires to fruition on his own. (He still had other business ideas, though, and would gladly air them out.)]