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

[metalcrusher]

Name: Mettaton (un: METTATON)
Date: 09/06
Format: text

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.

Comments

[stopfen]

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...

[metalcrusher]

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.]

[stopfen]

[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.]

[metalcrusher]

[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.]

[stopfen]

[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.]