[He couldn't take it for granted either, every time that he awoke (or was woken), to find Mettaton there. Even when he grumbled about it, he would simultaneously reach for him (or burrow tighter), seeking company along with sleep. Every day, to still have him was some small relief.
(What had happened last month...? He wasn't sure whether it was the collective that was delusional, or whether it was them, but he was similarly glad to have missed it. Considering that he'd spent the time barely able to breathe, managing whatever dangerous nonsense that had cropped up would have been one more nuisance that he would not have appreciated needing to handle.)
This egg, as of yet, carried only the potential for greater disruption. One Emet-Selch still mostly ignored, despite the weight of it on him, nestled up in black robes. Mettaton's wish to inflict entertainment on him would be its own disruption, if one (probably) not as terrible.]
Considering the amount you're after, perhaps you can obtain a discount by ordering en masse.
[Somewhat dryly stated. But those luxuries were a distant thought, the same as getting a better couch, or more furniture was, to him. Something even better to sink into... something that could fit both of them more comfortably. But this would do for now, and he grudgingly begins to relax as Mettaton kneads along his spine, the contact pleasant.
But when Mettaton moves his other hand, he glances up, finally. Their rings, their earrings- yes. He would agree those were a priority, and he hums quietly when the other man toys with his bare earlobe. Not a priority that would surpass their powers, but one all the same. And since Mettaton had already been able to regain one of their rings before he arrived without any trouble, that suggested that such items were more affordable than magic or sense. (Was the sentiment behind them not so valuable...?! But no, he assumed it had only to do with the practical nature of each request. Touchingly felt as their jewelry was, they provided no power, no advantage. Unless the magic on their earrings persisted...)
Mettaton's absence of ears, though, has him gazing up at him, as though he needed to make sure that yes, the robot still did not natively have any ears (a strange oversight, honestly, even if they would be just for show).]
Mm... you'd have to find some other place to affix it, [Somehow, even though the robot's body wasn't exactly made to be pierceable. Not easily. Even when he'd been a werewolf, it had taken effort.] or turn it into some other type of jewelry.
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(What had happened last month...? He wasn't sure whether it was the collective that was delusional, or whether it was them, but he was similarly glad to have missed it. Considering that he'd spent the time barely able to breathe, managing whatever dangerous nonsense that had cropped up would have been one more nuisance that he would not have appreciated needing to handle.)
This egg, as of yet, carried only the potential for greater disruption. One Emet-Selch still mostly ignored, despite the weight of it on him, nestled up in black robes. Mettaton's wish to inflict entertainment on him would be its own disruption, if one (probably) not as terrible.]
Considering the amount you're after, perhaps you can obtain a discount by ordering en masse.
[Somewhat dryly stated. But those luxuries were a distant thought, the same as getting a better couch, or more furniture was, to him. Something even better to sink into... something that could fit both of them more comfortably. But this would do for now, and he grudgingly begins to relax as Mettaton kneads along his spine, the contact pleasant.
But when Mettaton moves his other hand, he glances up, finally. Their rings, their earrings- yes. He would agree those were a priority, and he hums quietly when the other man toys with his bare earlobe. Not a priority that would surpass their powers, but one all the same. And since Mettaton had already been able to regain one of their rings before he arrived without any trouble, that suggested that such items were more affordable than magic or sense. (Was the sentiment behind them not so valuable...?! But no, he assumed it had only to do with the practical nature of each request. Touchingly felt as their jewelry was, they provided no power, no advantage. Unless the magic on their earrings persisted...)
Mettaton's absence of ears, though, has him gazing up at him, as though he needed to make sure that yes, the robot still did not natively have any ears (a strange oversight, honestly, even if they would be just for show).]
Mm... you'd have to find some other place to affix it, [Somehow, even though the robot's body wasn't exactly made to be pierceable. Not easily. Even when he'd been a werewolf, it had taken effort.] or turn it into some other type of jewelry.