aefenglom | ＊ You're marrying your Bonded now. You're filled with determination.

＊ You're marrying your Bonded now. You're filled with determination.

Name: Mettaton (un: METTATON)
Date: 09/06
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Hey there, beauties! Lend me your imaginations and INSPIRE me... By answering to my provocative scenario:

Wedding bells are ringing, and you're dressed to the nines. Surprise! You're in LOVE now... with none other than your Bonded*!!! ...And you're getting MARRIED!! What's more, this is going to be your DREAM WEDDING!!

Describe it to me: what does your ideal wedding day feature, with your Bonded betrothed??

*If you're un-Bonded, you thought of someone. You're marrying them now. Ha-ha.

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[That noise tho, that makes her stare. Chitin covered hand reaching out to...pat the air in front of him. Then just squishing against the glass of his screen. Plat.

Mettaton? you oka- oh he's speaking again.]

I thought I'd mentioned him? ...We bonded after that night. When I tried to bite you.

[The one she'd felt safe enough to go to even with her worried about her own bond issues.]

NO! YOU HADN'T MENTIONED HIM AT ALL! THOUGH I DO REMEMBER THAT NIGHT, AND... HM. I SEE. I SEE...

[A beat, as Mettaton strikes a deeply thoughtful posture, screen flickering in erratic patterns of red and yellow under her hand (a safe place to touch: it's not iron). If she's Bonded with Emet-Selch, he can only gather that she did it because she is a Monster, he is a Witch, (can he make it any more obvious). On the other hand, that would mean she was looking for a Witch because she lacked one. Why else would they Bond? Tendou must be a Monster. She must have been desperate for something, anything.

Yes, he does remember that she'd Bonded: that was an important development in his mind. He doesn't remember her mentioning who to.]

WELL! I'M HAPPY FOR YOU, MIKA-DARLING! THAT HE'S COMFORTABLE ENOUGH FOR YOU THAT YOU'RE CONTENT WITH SUCH A LABEL... AND THAT HE APPARENTLY MAKES YOU SUCH GENEROUS CHOCOLATE OFFERINGS.

[Get you a man who will make you CHOCOLATE. (In Mettaton's case, he got himself a man who will conjure edible glitter for him. It's the same thing, right?)]

[She's just nodding along. Maybe it was agreement, maybe it was just those sweet victorian era painkillers. Still not moving her hand...Enjoy that palm print on your screen Mtt. But a small noise, almost an 'uhhhhhmmmg' slips out.]

The label doesn't seem important. [Maybe it was. But for the longest time they'd just been hanging out, she hadn't even thought of it was dates until someone else said it was. Then she'd asked.

Even after that, nothing had changed.

Really...For all her awkwardness. Dating was a lot easier than expected... Though it did make her wonder if she'd accidentally dated others without realising.

but the mention of her chocolates makes her turn to look at them.]

He went to a cookery school to make things like this. [She's gone from eating gruel and week-old bread, to having a chef for a BF. What an upgrade.]

HAHA. OF COURSE YOU'D SAY THAT.

[Mettaton imagines exactly what she's thinking: she's probably the sort to accept that they're dating, then do absolutely nothing different. It would be a comfortable arrangement for her. Mettaton can relate, so he does.]

EMET-SELCH AND I DIDN'T CHANGE AT ALL UPON EMBRACING A NEW LABEL, ONCE WE FOUND OURSELVES MOVING FROM FRIENDS, TO LOVERS. THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS! I UNDERSTAND, DARLING! THOUGH WE SKIPPED THE "DATING" PART...

[Unless a romantic getaway in the Rathmore's basement, a sudden Bonding ceremony, an argument about humanity's worth, and a make-out session in a kissing booth counted as some premium first dates. Mettaton wants to go on a real date with Emet-Selch, too... One that doesn't end in blindness or body horror or lethal tempers. The robot sighs at the thought of a somewhat-normal date involving cuddling and movies and luxury, curling a fist under his screen while the flickering of his screen slows to a dim yellow with a few red squares left alight.]

WELL, ANYWAY. THEY ALWAYS SAY A MAN WHO COOKS IS A KEEPER! I HOPE YOU'LL INTRODUCE HIM TO ME SOMETIME... ESPECIALLY IF HE'S SO GOOD AT MAKING CUTE CHOCOLATES LIKE THESE.

[He could USE the talents of someone who knows how to cook and bake!! Imagine the glimmering edible treats he could make... (Too Bad Tendou's Leaving! So Sad.)]

[Mtt was exactly right. That was what had happened and Mikasa had no complaints.]

Really...You don't spend time together? [She liked the 'dating' part, the going and seeing things in the world. Just chilling and building pillow forts...Having pillow forts fall on them.

But she finally removes her hand and the palm print. That could have been a lot worse. Her hands had been fully covered in chitin for a while, the oils that might have smeared on the glass were no longer a thing. Instead, the puca just got a small amount of fae glitter. A lot better than gross human skin oils...

This whole conversation would be depressing in like a week's time. But Mikasa didn't know that, so she was giving a small nod looking at the cake again. The sourness of the cherry making her antenna curl back. A keeper? Her brain wasn't working enough to get the implications of that, too busy trying to work out how she was going to go about eating this cake.

This whole ass cake Mettaton had brought her. Was it in slices or?? Was she just going to have to be gross??? It a mystery.]

I will. He visits me here. He's the one who gave me Tater.

[Ah yes, the son.]

OH! WE SPEND PLENTY OF TIME TOGETHER. [He raises a finger.] WE ONLY LIVE TOGETHER, AFTER ALL. BUT I DON'T CALL EVERY MOMENT WE SPEND TOGETHER A DATE!! IF WE'RE GOING ON A DATE, WE'RE GOING TO DO IT TO THE FULLEST!!

[So basically, Mettaton has spent plenty of time with Emet-Selch. He just seems to define a date differently. Incidentally walking the quiet evening streets of Aefenglom, running away from the city guard for "illicit magic use", and chatting about humanity's worth on Emet-Selch's bed together aren't dates! The closest thing he thinks they've done is go out into the snowy Wilde together, sharing one coat between them. How romantic.

Mettaton sighs again, because he's a romantic. He doesn't have lungs.

So glad you noticed that he gave her a whole ass cake, instead of being normal and buying her a slice. Fortunately, it is cut in slices. But Mettaton's a lot, all the time. He refocuses on Tendou and... Tater, apparently, his screen dimming a single step.]

AH. SO YOUR PET IS A GIFT FROM YOUR BOYFRIEND!! [he says, calling tendou her boyfriend. Tater may have slobbed up his fur that one time, but Mettaton doesn't dislike dogs.] IF HE VISITS, PERHAPS I'LL CROSS PATHS. I'M A LUCKY SORT, AFTER ALL.

Oh yeah...He'd mentioned that if I needed to see him. Tendou has an apartment, he said I can have his spare room. But I like having a garden. [She really did. She'd enjoyed working the earth. Even if the garden wasn't much at the moment, those pixies had killed most of it. And then with her being unable to check on it... She had asked Tendou to water the plants but the plants still might not make it.

For now, Mikasa was putting the cake on her little table. That sour cherry smell had dazed her. As well as his comment, her tilting her head.] A full date? [She wasn't sure what her going to eat ice cream and hanging out. Then she's nodding at the mention of Tater being a gift. Yes, him.]

Maybe. I don't think he's near at the moment though...

YOU'RE DARLING, DARLING. [That came out well. Mettaton hardly pauses. There's no way to edit that one in post...] WELL. IN TIME, PERHAPS YOU CAN INVITE HIM TO LIVE WITH YOU! APARTMENT LIFE IS TEMPORARY. HOME-WITH-GARDEN LIFE... THAT'S THE STUFF OF DOMESTICITY.

[Surely, they will be very domestic, and Mettaton can witness this Tendou person and Mikasa being lovey-dovey. This is Mettaton's imagination, as he clasps his hands together.]

I'LL JUST HAVE TO COME BACK AND VISIT ANOTHER TIME! AND HOPE HE'S HERE. YOU SAID HE VISITS, AFTER ALL.

[Mettaton will not be so lucky, unfortunately. ...He also doesn't define his idea of a full date.]

[There's a nod. Yup, she liked that. She'd wanted that sweet domestic life back home. This wasn't exactly how she'd ever expected it to go and it wouldn't last given she'd have to leave. But she was getting to live the dream.]

I don't know when he'll next be here. [And then her addled mind thought it was a good idea to reach out, give Mettaton one more screen pat before he left.

Only for there to be a loud crackle of static and her already messy hair was starting to poof.]

[He stills for the gesture, even his voice catching as though he was about to rebuke that it didn't matter if she didn't know, he'd just have to check in on her more often!

—But Mikasa's reaching for him, and his screen flickers a few times before the static rubs off on her, and... Mettaton scratches at the lowest right corner of it.]

OH MY. YOU AND I HAVE AN ELECTRIFYING CHEMISTRY, DARLING! AHAHA.

[Mettaton reaches out and pets down her hair. Fluffy and messy... He pats her atop the head.]

WELL! HEAL UP QUICK AND YOU CAN BREAK OUT QUICK, MIKA. FREEDOM IS A HOP AND A SKIP AWAY! [She could just bust out of the hospital, no big deal.] HOPEFULLY I'LL CHANCE UPON YOUR MAN NEXT TIME!

[Her MAN. But it's with any departing words that Mettaton slides out the room, maneuvering himself on that single wheel like the pro he is at unicycling.]

[Her hair was so...It had a life of its own. One part remained sticking up even as he patted and tried to neaten it... It probably wasn't helped by the fact that she'd not really washed properly for a few days.

Though she did frown at his surggestion. She could only hop, skipping would be as diffcult as showering on one leg.

But the bunbot was getting a slow wave as he wheelied out. The fae's face scrunching up when he was part way out and...yawning. No escapes today. Only naps.]

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