[Mettaton would be sympathetic to that sentiment, in a different sort of way... It was isolating to be othered in such a way when people were unaware of your sentient existence entirely. (Though with the way Mettaton looks, nobody doubts he is something inhuman: automaton, golem, machine, or otherwise, he doesn't look as convincingly human.)
Mettaton has a good memory for voices. But hearing Connors gives him only a feeling of recollection, and he closes his eye for a beat before pushing open the door. This wasn't the time to wonder where he'd heard this voice before when he could see for himself.
And though he recalls a different look upon Connor... it's impossible to mistaken. Mettaton's smile drops into a look of shock, his eye blown wide.]
You're.... Connor! Oh my stars.
[Introductions prove unnecessary as Mettaton eases the door shut behind him, but it's nearly an afterthought as he's already stealing for the side of the cot. Away is the face of easy poise that he wanted to wear for the sake of meeting a new stranger, replaced by open surprise and concern. One of his tall, silvery ears leans back in his uncertainty, as Mettaton even eases himself down on the very edge of the bed, inviting himself to sit.]
Connor, you're a Vampire?! What happened to your fins, and... Why, you've returned! [Bit by bit, he can piece together this much: Connor was definitely gone. Connor was definitely a Merrow. Connor is now definitely a Vampire...]
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Mettaton has a good memory for voices. But hearing Connors gives him only a feeling of recollection, and he closes his eye for a beat before pushing open the door. This wasn't the time to wonder where he'd heard this voice before when he could see for himself.
And though he recalls a different look upon Connor... it's impossible to mistaken. Mettaton's smile drops into a look of shock, his eye blown wide.]
You're.... Connor! Oh my stars.
[Introductions prove unnecessary as Mettaton eases the door shut behind him, but it's nearly an afterthought as he's already stealing for the side of the cot. Away is the face of easy poise that he wanted to wear for the sake of meeting a new stranger, replaced by open surprise and concern. One of his tall, silvery ears leans back in his uncertainty, as Mettaton even eases himself down on the very edge of the bed, inviting himself to sit.]
Connor, you're a Vampire?! What happened to your fins, and... Why, you've returned! [Bit by bit, he can piece together this much: Connor was definitely gone. Connor was definitely a Merrow. Connor is now definitely a Vampire...]