[The only response Emet-Selch gets from Mettaton at pointing out the obvious: "Mmhmmm." They live together, too, because-- well, they knew why. They love each other; they want to see each other. To see Emet-Selch every morning brought Mettaton joy that he doesn't take for granted- and anywhere he could wake to him felt like it could be a home, no matter how temporary or unwanted. (It is a weird place, that much is for sure. ...He felt somewhat glad that whatever event everyone underwent last month was one he didn't experience, somehow, but he had a bad feeling about it. These weird interdimensional pockets and their quirks...)
...Quirks, like eggs. Mettaton settles deeper into the couch, which is comfortable enough for him. But he makes a mental note that it could be cushier, somewhere he could envision Emet-Selch sinking into and not wanting to leave... Not that that would be difficult to attain, since Emet-Selch wasn't like to leave if he was trying to be still. He untenses his balled fist, stroking along Emet-Selch's spine shortly, kneading his fingers into the muscle on either side- but with a gentle touch.]
The ever-growing list... Ka-sigh. [It really is a list. Like a new couch. A TV. And...-] Something to watch along with it. Yes... [Closing his eye, Mettaton dreams about the things they could watch together.] Some of my favorites from home. I still want to show you the movie version, of that book I found. But I'd also enjoy sampling some of what other worlds have to offer, or something I haven't seen before.
[And just think. With some more TVs... Mettaton wondered if he could start up a film industry here. He had seen someone on the network talking about TV, even when he hadn't bothered to pay it all of his attention... Could there be more opportunities for TV here?
But those were other dreams, other whimsies, other wistful hopes for a future that stretched out for an unknown amount of time, no matter how long or short. And Mettaton sighs, grounding himself on the couch right here, right now, with only the shards they have between them and the avenues the sleepy town has to offer for the grueling ways to get them. It felt like even if he just existed, his shards increased one way or another... But definitely they increased when he participated in the town's antics. For that, Mettaton would involve himself in it.
Shifting his hand, Mettaton admires the one ring he has here, showing it off to Emet-Selch vaguely.]
Including all of our rings, which I also want back. [Where do those slot in with priorities? Emet-Selch isn't wearing one of his wedding rings, and that sucked. None of his jewelry came with, and Mettaton reaches to touch at his earlobe.] And if we can get rings... This is the chance we've been looking for, to get back our earrings. ...Even though I have no ears to put mine on...
[With no rabbit ears as a permanent feature, Mettaton wouldn't really have a spot to adorn with an amethyst drop. He wanted it no less, though. He would keep it on his person, would wear it out of sentiment.]
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...Quirks, like eggs. Mettaton settles deeper into the couch, which is comfortable enough for him. But he makes a mental note that it could be cushier, somewhere he could envision Emet-Selch sinking into and not wanting to leave... Not that that would be difficult to attain, since Emet-Selch wasn't like to leave if he was trying to be still. He untenses his balled fist, stroking along Emet-Selch's spine shortly, kneading his fingers into the muscle on either side- but with a gentle touch.]
The ever-growing list... Ka-sigh. [It really is a list. Like a new couch. A TV. And...-] Something to watch along with it. Yes... [Closing his eye, Mettaton dreams about the things they could watch together.] Some of my favorites from home. I still want to show you the movie version, of that book I found. But I'd also enjoy sampling some of what other worlds have to offer, or something I haven't seen before.
[And just think. With some more TVs... Mettaton wondered if he could start up a film industry here. He had seen someone on the network talking about TV, even when he hadn't bothered to pay it all of his attention... Could there be more opportunities for TV here?
But those were other dreams, other whimsies, other wistful hopes for a future that stretched out for an unknown amount of time, no matter how long or short. And Mettaton sighs, grounding himself on the couch right here, right now, with only the shards they have between them and the avenues the sleepy town has to offer for the grueling ways to get them. It felt like even if he just existed, his shards increased one way or another... But definitely they increased when he participated in the town's antics. For that, Mettaton would involve himself in it.
Shifting his hand, Mettaton admires the one ring he has here, showing it off to Emet-Selch vaguely.]
Including all of our rings, which I also want back. [Where do those slot in with priorities? Emet-Selch isn't wearing one of his wedding rings, and that sucked. None of his jewelry came with, and Mettaton reaches to touch at his earlobe.] And if we can get rings... This is the chance we've been looking for, to get back our earrings. ...Even though I have no ears to put mine on...
[With no rabbit ears as a permanent feature, Mettaton wouldn't really have a spot to adorn with an amethyst drop. He wanted it no less, though. He would keep it on his person, would wear it out of sentiment.]