[And they lived together. But they lived together because he loves him, of course, and trusted him with anything he was. Mettaton settles against the couch, one arm still loosely around Emet-Selch's waist and up his back, while the other arm ropes itself loosely around the egg with a clang of shell-against-metal. It's a rigid shell, that's for sure.
That said, he cozies himself up onto the couch between Emet-Selch's legs, adjusting his own beneath his thighs. A shift of them is like an embrace of them, as he draws them closer together, pressing his thighs against the smaller man. His fingers knit themselves into the dark fabric of Emet-Selch's flowing robes, a gentle fisting of it.]
And I was feeling a little... wistful. So I thought about you, and wanted to be with you.
[Wishing, to no avail, left him feeling bereft of the things he wanted. So he thought; he dreamed up future scenarios, including that future endeavor to liven this place up. He didn't mind considering this place home for now if Emet-Selch was with him, and even thinking that way had him wanting the Ascian's company. Daily tasks could be put on hold for the sake of returning home...
And then there was the egg he'd been persuaded, and drawn, to take. Another reason to introduce his charge to Emet-Selch, another thing to show him and tell him. All of which the Ascian wasn't like to take well, as Emet-Selch rarely did, even though it surprises Mettaton in some way how poorly he'd taken his idea. Even if Emet-Selch never wanted part in his business endeavors, he hoped he could still ask him to cooperate with him on wishing for what they desired.
But those were thoughts he could touch upon another day, when Emet-Selch's patience had evidently replenished. He could see it in him- in the draw of his brow, or the particular cant of his sigh. Maybe even the way his eyes close. Mettaton could see it, and knew better than to push his patience if he lacked it.
That the egg was being subjected to this turmoil as a first impression is something he's only distantly aware of. This is just what it would have to weather, if it were to be part of their unit.]
I still wish that I could put this electricity we have to some more use. Such as, with a TV! Then we could watch something together... [Which sounded nice to him, sitting on this couch.]
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[And they lived together. But they lived together because he loves him, of course, and trusted him with anything he was. Mettaton settles against the couch, one arm still loosely around Emet-Selch's waist and up his back, while the other arm ropes itself loosely around the egg with a clang of shell-against-metal. It's a rigid shell, that's for sure.
That said, he cozies himself up onto the couch between Emet-Selch's legs, adjusting his own beneath his thighs. A shift of them is like an embrace of them, as he draws them closer together, pressing his thighs against the smaller man. His fingers knit themselves into the dark fabric of Emet-Selch's flowing robes, a gentle fisting of it.]
And I was feeling a little... wistful. So I thought about you, and wanted to be with you.
[Wishing, to no avail, left him feeling bereft of the things he wanted. So he thought; he dreamed up future scenarios, including that future endeavor to liven this place up. He didn't mind considering this place home for now if Emet-Selch was with him, and even thinking that way had him wanting the Ascian's company. Daily tasks could be put on hold for the sake of returning home...
And then there was the egg he'd been persuaded, and drawn, to take. Another reason to introduce his charge to Emet-Selch, another thing to show him and tell him. All of which the Ascian wasn't like to take well, as Emet-Selch rarely did, even though it surprises Mettaton in some way how poorly he'd taken his idea. Even if Emet-Selch never wanted part in his business endeavors, he hoped he could still ask him to cooperate with him on wishing for what they desired.
But those were thoughts he could touch upon another day, when Emet-Selch's patience had evidently replenished. He could see it in him- in the draw of his brow, or the particular cant of his sigh. Maybe even the way his eyes close. Mettaton could see it, and knew better than to push his patience if he lacked it.
That the egg was being subjected to this turmoil as a first impression is something he's only distantly aware of. This is just what it would have to weather, if it were to be part of their unit.]
I still wish that I could put this electricity we have to some more use. Such as, with a TV! Then we could watch something together... [Which sounded nice to him, sitting on this couch.]