[Aefenglom was perfectly base. It was somehow even kinkier than the more open Nippon, simply because of how they hid behind propriety, thought Mettaton. With an entire district dedicated to the cruder side of the city's interests, catering to kinks of both mages and monsters, it was the worst-kept secret that witches were horny for their monsters, and vice-versa. Nippon, on the other hand, kept things... quite accessible, as though sex were part of the culture. Mettaton still remembers when he first chanced upon a peep show- and with Emet-Selch there to condescend at him for it, an event which he now looks fondly upon for all that he hadn't known that he was his damned husband. Weird times all around.
But here... There wasn't a single sign of any sexual inclinations, aside from townspeople wooed over kisses or enjoying exclusive attentions. That was about as intimate as it got. And Mettaton's brow furrows as the mage begins to see his point, disappointed that he couldn't refute him. Prudish or unimaginative, Mettaton wished it was neither.
Could it be a private business...? Mettaton hums, considering this possibility with a slow, small nod, as he rests his cheek even more firmly against the back of the couch, as he curls even more around the egg. Really, he's deflating.]
On our own... See, this is what I mean, about our shards. [Are they going to have to wish proper lubricant into existence themselves?? Mettaton pouts.] How long do we have to wait to have basic amenities, such as lube? We may as well cash in entirely on your powers... [To make lube, infinitely. And anything else. Closing his eye, Mettaton continues with a sigh.] That, or we get creative with what we have...
[Which was his original idea. Mettaton fixes his attention on Emet-Selch, casual in voicing his solutions to their problem.]
The kitchen is full of slippery things. Such as, butter. Is that the way of these people? [Kinky cooking... It has a nice ring to it, thinks Mettaton, who will never perform some sultry, slutty kitchen smut in a million years. He may be sexy, but these performances are VIP!]
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But here... There wasn't a single sign of any sexual inclinations, aside from townspeople wooed over kisses or enjoying exclusive attentions. That was about as intimate as it got. And Mettaton's brow furrows as the mage begins to see his point, disappointed that he couldn't refute him. Prudish or unimaginative, Mettaton wished it was neither.
Could it be a private business...? Mettaton hums, considering this possibility with a slow, small nod, as he rests his cheek even more firmly against the back of the couch, as he curls even more around the egg. Really, he's deflating.]
On our own... See, this is what I mean, about our shards. [Are they going to have to wish proper lubricant into existence themselves?? Mettaton pouts.] How long do we have to wait to have basic amenities, such as lube? We may as well cash in entirely on your powers... [To make lube, infinitely. And anything else. Closing his eye, Mettaton continues with a sigh.] That, or we get creative with what we have...
[Which was his original idea. Mettaton fixes his attention on Emet-Selch, casual in voicing his solutions to their problem.]
The kitchen is full of slippery things. Such as, butter. Is that the way of these people? [Kinky cooking... It has a nice ring to it, thinks Mettaton, who will never perform some sultry, slutty kitchen smut in a million years. He may be sexy, but these performances are VIP!]