[The cacophony of Mettaton's impact, from his cry to the thud of his heels, the rattle of metal... only causes the dragon a light stir. They seem to have inherited a proclivity for napping, and this happens to be a deeper part of their snooze, comfortable under the sun's rays with only a pronounced flop as protest for all of the noise.
It is comfortable, and happy, its foot twitching slightly. Those who it recognizes as its parents are nearby, and it could feel something... pleasant between them. That is all it cares about.
Turning his attention instead to Emet-Selch rather than his legs, Mettaton excitably smiles, feeling properly stared down. Like predator to prey, as Emet-Selch wanted nothing short than to devour him- and it felt like a look he longed for for too long already. If he's prey, he's the most willing of them all, and it may be that he wishes to lure the smaller man in with his charms to do whatever he wished with him.
That look alone could do him in, he thought. Such single-minded intensity... He could swoon, and he sighs, noting how hot his body is already. God, he wanted to put on a show for him- and the ache between his legs is so heavy, so pronounced, that it surprises him again as he follows Emet-Selch's attention down south, only to continue seeing... nothing. Not even a hint of anything, despite the fact that he felt so much.
His lips part, as he attempts to explain precisely what he was feeling. With this pronounced ache between his thighs, it grows easy to focus only on the input immediately surrounding him... On the sensations that plague him currently, and that alone. Of the sight of luminous golden eyes fixed on him attentively, with hope tinging his gaze. Mettaton warms, softens.]
I feel like... Hades, you know the way you look when you're still dressed, but... [And even the memory, combined with his current sensation, has him exhale with a shudder.] When I've riled you up, and you can barely take another second while dressed. I feel just like that, ah...
[He felt restrained. Even the description has him pressing his thighs tensely together, knees shifting enough that they're nearly knocked. He presses and squeezes over the swell of his thighs, which feel... exceptionally plush, he thought. But his ability to feel must be the cause...
Was it a shapeshift? Was he imagining an erection, the way he might've imagined hare ears atop his head? Mettaton taps into his understanding of shapeshifting into a rabbit... and finds himself unable to change a thing in the direction of endowment. (Perhaps as soon as he figured out what was happening, that would change.) Fingers roving over his front, over his thighs, Mettaton's brow furrows.]
It really does feel like I'm... I know I'm right! But how can that be... Oh? Oh...?
[Bizarrely enough, the robot feels something right on his hip. And as he turns slightly, jutting his hip out to Emet-Selch, so too does his tattoo become apparent: printed over the seam in his torso, the tattoo glows bright, rings orbting as fluidly and steadily as they might in the Ascian's magic, glowing darkly. The stagelight's center manages to be white-hot without actually emitting any light, merely a trick of the eye. It wouldn't blind, in any case.
But Mettaton doesn't notice this, as he flicks at... what appears to be a very-well hidden zipper on his hip? Something that has never been a feature before now, as his brow furrows. His body's endured some kind of mechanical upgrade, and it happeend in the span of seconds, enough for the idol not to notice. But before he tugs that zipper down, his extendable arm gropes down the side of his leg- where he fiddles with the boot on his foot.]
It's... removable. It's all removable...
[This boot looks just like his old one. But for some reason... it as as though he could take it off. Even the black silicone that coated his legs seemed to be a removable feature- and just a sliver of silicone underneath peeked out, a tease of 'skin' that matched Mettaton's face. Not that any of that explained why nothing seemed visible in the front... Mettaton continues to observe himself, as he lifts a foot and carefully dislodges his shoe- which begins to slip off. He gawks, spellbound at this unexpected, but necessary development.]
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It is comfortable, and happy, its foot twitching slightly. Those who it recognizes as its parents are nearby, and it could feel something... pleasant between them. That is all it cares about.
Turning his attention instead to Emet-Selch rather than his legs, Mettaton excitably smiles, feeling properly stared down. Like predator to prey, as Emet-Selch wanted nothing short than to devour him- and it felt like a look he longed for for too long already. If he's prey, he's the most willing of them all, and it may be that he wishes to lure the smaller man in with his charms to do whatever he wished with him.
That look alone could do him in, he thought. Such single-minded intensity... He could swoon, and he sighs, noting how hot his body is already. God, he wanted to put on a show for him- and the ache between his legs is so heavy, so pronounced, that it surprises him again as he follows Emet-Selch's attention down south, only to continue seeing... nothing. Not even a hint of anything, despite the fact that he felt so much.
His lips part, as he attempts to explain precisely what he was feeling. With this pronounced ache between his thighs, it grows easy to focus only on the input immediately surrounding him... On the sensations that plague him currently, and that alone. Of the sight of luminous golden eyes fixed on him attentively, with hope tinging his gaze. Mettaton warms, softens.]
I feel like... Hades, you know the way you look when you're still dressed, but... [And even the memory, combined with his current sensation, has him exhale with a shudder.] When I've riled you up, and you can barely take another second while dressed. I feel just like that, ah...
[He felt restrained. Even the description has him pressing his thighs tensely together, knees shifting enough that they're nearly knocked. He presses and squeezes over the swell of his thighs, which feel... exceptionally plush, he thought. But his ability to feel must be the cause...
Was it a shapeshift? Was he imagining an erection, the way he might've imagined hare ears atop his head? Mettaton taps into his understanding of shapeshifting into a rabbit... and finds himself unable to change a thing in the direction of endowment. (Perhaps as soon as he figured out what was happening, that would change.) Fingers roving over his front, over his thighs, Mettaton's brow furrows.]
It really does feel like I'm... I know I'm right! But how can that be... Oh? Oh...?
[Bizarrely enough, the robot feels something right on his hip. And as he turns slightly, jutting his hip out to Emet-Selch, so too does his tattoo become apparent: printed over the seam in his torso, the tattoo glows bright, rings orbting as fluidly and steadily as they might in the Ascian's magic, glowing darkly. The stagelight's center manages to be white-hot without actually emitting any light, merely a trick of the eye. It wouldn't blind, in any case.
But Mettaton doesn't notice this, as he flicks at... what appears to be a very-well hidden zipper on his hip? Something that has never been a feature before now, as his brow furrows. His body's endured some kind of mechanical upgrade, and it happeend in the span of seconds, enough for the idol not to notice. But before he tugs that zipper down, his extendable arm gropes down the side of his leg- where he fiddles with the boot on his foot.]
It's... removable. It's all removable...
[This boot looks just like his old one. But for some reason... it as as though he could take it off. Even the black silicone that coated his legs seemed to be a removable feature- and just a sliver of silicone underneath peeked out, a tease of 'skin' that matched Mettaton's face. Not that any of that explained why nothing seemed visible in the front... Mettaton continues to observe himself, as he lifts a foot and carefully dislodges his shoe- which begins to slip off. He gawks, spellbound at this unexpected, but necessary development.]