[Fascinating over the feeling of a simple, if unyielding, phone against his body, Mettaton feels the thing... vibrate. He gasps, his entire body let to vibrate in its wake- and from there, time doesn't feel as though it has as much meaning to him, while he simply processes the feeling of a phone's notification vibration. And moreover, while he began to become more and more aware of the vividity of his surrounds, impressing itself upon his deserving body...
So he wait easily, given his distraction. He waves Emet-Selch in as soon as the door opens, clutching his phoe reflexively against his own body while he lumbers close.
...Mettaton can't help the heart that blooms on his screen at the sight of him, fond of him as he is. But he otherwise remains still, phone case against his body- just in case, on the off chance, he receives another notification (that he could feel???).]
If it is, don't you think our mutual parenting efforts would get us all infected? [He raises a pointer finger.] Thaaat's family li- Ah!!
[Emet-Selch had taken his seat, and reached for the slow, easy orbit of its rings. And of course, Mettaton allowed it; and even before the Ascian closes that distance, its colors become more vivid, luminescent. It brings out the glow of those rings, a deep purple, a perfect replica of his magic... where the center 'light' brightens intensely, a white like Mettaton's soul.
But that's not the part where MTT reacts as he does. It's the sensation of his husband's fingertips against his body- a sensation he feels is so deep-reaching that he can't help but wonder if it's the work of this tattoo. Mettaton jolts completely, and though he flinches away, he does nothing to push Emet-Selch away. It's comparatively intense... but it's definitely far from unpleasant.
Using his palm against the couch to swivel his body to face Emet-Selch, his screen has flushed a deep, dim red again.] I... I can't explain it. But your touch feels like voltage, darling. ...Please continue.
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So he wait easily, given his distraction. He waves Emet-Selch in as soon as the door opens, clutching his phoe reflexively against his own body while he lumbers close.
...Mettaton can't help the heart that blooms on his screen at the sight of him, fond of him as he is. But he otherwise remains still, phone case against his body- just in case, on the off chance, he receives another notification (that he could feel???).]
If it is, don't you think our mutual parenting efforts would get us all infected? [He raises a pointer finger.] Thaaat's family li- Ah!!
[Emet-Selch had taken his seat, and reached for the slow, easy orbit of its rings. And of course, Mettaton allowed it; and even before the Ascian closes that distance, its colors become more vivid, luminescent. It brings out the glow of those rings, a deep purple, a perfect replica of his magic... where the center 'light' brightens intensely, a white like Mettaton's soul.
But that's not the part where MTT reacts as he does. It's the sensation of his husband's fingertips against his body- a sensation he feels is so deep-reaching that he can't help but wonder if it's the work of this tattoo. Mettaton jolts completely, and though he flinches away, he does nothing to push Emet-Selch away. It's comparatively intense... but it's definitely far from unpleasant.
Using his palm against the couch to swivel his body to face Emet-Selch, his screen has flushed a deep, dim red again.] I... I can't explain it. But your touch feels like voltage, darling. ...Please continue.