Hades!! The dragon... It left some manner of intricate print all over my beautiful body, and I can't wash it off!! Can you grab something stronger than some soap and water? Post-haste! Please, darling!!
[... Well, that's the message he sends. But their dragon hatched nicely. A deep blue dragon, dark as night, was quick to show off the flare of luminous blue to its scales that dotted its wings and body when in the presence of its 'parents.' Mettaton thought it beautiful, and had remarked upon its hatching, "Oh! Doesn't it remind you a little of Waterfall?"
And he'd smiled at Emet-Selch with his teeth, silly and—a bit taken aback at the notion that yes, Emet-Selch had seen Waterfall with him. A simple pleasure to bask in, to be known like that. Like an echo flower, he'd been sure to mention—but it was a broader thing than that, with all of the specks and sparkles of the deep caverns of Mettaton's home. And all things considered... Perhaps this dragonling was considered "mature" for its kind, and its age.
Though apparently, it still enjoyed a bit of mischief. And Mettaton was about to cause a fuss about it—but it wasn't the bite alone that would provoke Mettaton to call upon his husband. Something like Ruining Mettaton's Body would be enough for the vain idol to message him, though. Apparently.
None the wiser to whatever Emet-Selch was getting himself up to, nor what reciprocal "print" might be transferred to the other parent, no matter how distant.]
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[... Well, that's the message he sends. But their dragon hatched nicely. A deep blue dragon, dark as night, was quick to show off the flare of luminous blue to its scales that dotted its wings and body when in the presence of its 'parents.' Mettaton thought it beautiful, and had remarked upon its hatching, "Oh! Doesn't it remind you a little of Waterfall?"
And he'd smiled at Emet-Selch with his teeth, silly and—a bit taken aback at the notion that yes, Emet-Selch had seen Waterfall with him. A simple pleasure to bask in, to be known like that. Like an echo flower, he'd been sure to mention—but it was a broader thing than that, with all of the specks and sparkles of the deep caverns of Mettaton's home. And all things considered... Perhaps this dragonling was considered "mature" for its kind, and its age.
Though apparently, it still enjoyed a bit of mischief. And Mettaton was about to cause a fuss about it—but it wasn't the bite alone that would provoke Mettaton to call upon his husband. Something like Ruining Mettaton's Body would be enough for the vain idol to message him, though. Apparently.
None the wiser to whatever Emet-Selch was getting himself up to, nor what reciprocal "print" might be transferred to the other parent, no matter how distant.]