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

[Wow Mettaton...That sure sounds like you want-]

My friends would be there...

[-depressing.]

...How soon is he getting married after they've died though?

[Getting married soon is tacky.]

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AWW. THAT'S SO TOUCHING, SWEETHEART! I THINK IT SAYS A LOT ABOUT YOU, FOR THAT TO BE YOUR FIRST THOUGHT. FRIENDS... YES. I CAN SEE THAT MAKING FOR AN EVEN MORE FULFILLING WEDDING, TO BE SO SUPPORTED.

[Really, Mettaton's touched by the thought. He wants to have friends present at his wedding, obviously! Mikasa, one of his groomsmen. ... He has no idea how many of her friends from home have passed on, victim to the viciousness of the world. Mikasa hasn't talked about that much. If he knew, it would strike a bit of a different chord. Slap a lil different.

Nonetheless, he sighs somewhat.]

WELL... WELL WELL. I DON'T KNOW. I NEVER ASKED. [Should he care about that? He doesn't think so.] BUT I DOUBT IT'S OFTEN. HE DOESN'T MUCH CARE FOR MATRIMONIAL AFFAIRS...

[Mettaton trails off, trying to figure out how the FUCK to explain an Ascian to Mikasa. That his current body probably... in form?? has married, had kids, the works. Just the once, he assumes, even though he's aware that he's had kids prior to that in different bodies. But then that body was shot, and Mettaton saw it, and he had to get a duplicate, and...

Emet-Selch has had many host bodies over his life. That would explain marriage frequency best, he thinks, but he doesn't quite know how to express that. There's a sound of humming and tapping of claws against metal while he deliberates.]

Most of them couldn't come... [She would mope to herself there. Because she's too confused to dwell.]

If he doesn't care, why are you getting married? [She worries about you sometimes Mtt.]

SIMPLE. IT'S BECAUSE I TOLD HIM I WANT TO!! I THINK HE'S WARMED UP TO THE IDEA.

[When Mettaton wants something and is also one's Bonded-slash-partner, he considers himself very persuasive and direct.]

ANYWAY. I WAS HOPING TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR BONDED SOME MORE, MIKASA. SO YOU'D HAVE YOUR FRIENDS... WHAT FLAVOR OF CAKE?

[Mikasa likes sweets. Maybe he could get her to talk about cake. She sounds kind of groggy... He hopes she's all right.]

That easily...Congratulations. [It's dry, even with her drugged state. Uh-huh Mtt. But her bonded, her friends and cake? What a little jumble.]

I like fruit cakes...And he likes chocolate ice cream. Do they do a cake like that? We made a chocolate cake together before...

[He bake yo.

Enjoy your sweet, sweet scraps of info as she doesn't think to not say.]

DID YOU??? WONDERFUL! AND PLEASING TO KNOW, THAT YOU'D BE NETTING YOURSELF A FICTITIOUS HUSBAND WHO BAKES. HYPOTHETICALLY. [If she's getting flustered, he's trying to temper her out... while also referring to Tendou as her husband. That's the game.]

I WONDER HOW YOU'D FEEL ABOUT A NEAPOLITAN CAKE. A CAKE OF CHOCOLATE, VANILLA, AND STRAWBERRY, TIERED... SO THAT YOU CAN ENJOY IT ALL. AND WHY NOT HAVE WHATEVER ICE CREAM YOU LIKE?? THERE ARE NO LIMITS TO THIS FAKE WEDDING, BEAUTIFUL!

[He doesn't tell her that having ice cream at a wedding isn't traditional, because it doesn't matter. If he likes chocolate ice cream, they should have whatever they want.]

But we've already baked? [It's not fictitious if they've already done it, is it? Or was he talking about the marriage part, she did not know anymore.]

Vanilla ice cream is my favorite... [The one she gravitated to if offered. Some might say she was boring, but her pallet couldn't handle too much and it had a special place. Even if mom's raisin bread would always be that unobtainable fav.] What would you have Mett- Meton[It petters out, did she just flub up saying his name? Yes... Yes she did. Making a little grumbly noise as she tried.]

[Ha ha ha HA oh it's so cute that she didn't pick up that "fictitious" was the modifier for "husband"... So this is her husband and the fictitious baking. Mettaton has to laugh, which he does. Heartily.

Puckishly, he clarifies nothing, preferring to leave it at that.

But Mikasa continues, and... royally beefs his name. If this were video, his screen would be flickering squares at a rapid rate in his consternation.]

METTMETON. DARLING, NEVERMIND MY ICE CREAM PICK. [The answer is that he'd want all of them.] ARE YOU DOING ALL RIGHT? I'VE BEEN WONDERING WHY YOU SOUND SO OUT OF IT THIS WHOLE TIME...

[Why was he laughing? Mettaton?

Not that she asks. Giving him an almost childish huff as she slumped in her bed. He might here some chatter in the background, a door opening, people walking around.]

I'm fine. [It's stressed. And might possibly be something she's said a lot the past few days.] They won't let me out of hospital till my leg has healed more.

BUT YOU'VE BEEN SOUNDING KIND OF OUT OF IT THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION. STUMBLING OVER WORDS. WOOZILY DRIFTING OFF...

... ...

[Mettaton stops protesting for a moment and protests what Mikasa said before he started talking.]

WAIT. YOU'RE IN THE HOSPITAL?! WHAT HAPPENED, MIKA-DARLING?!

[She snorts.]

Those things that attacked the slums a few weeks ago. One got my leg...Something about the shell on it is making it a pain to heal.

[Exoskeleton was very different to flesh. She'd expected her skin to just be under it when the shard had to be removed but....Yeah. That had not gone well.]

THE NUCKELAVEE... HOW THANKFUL I AM THAT IT ONLY "GOT" YOUR LEG, AND NOTHING WORSE!! THOSE THINGS ARE RELENTLESS! THEY STALKED HEMET-SELCH AND I IN THE WILDE EARLIER LAST MONTH. FOR MILES, I BET.

[Hemet-Selch.]

... I'M BEGINNING TO SEE THE BIG PICTURE. YOU'RE DOPED UP ON SOME MANNER OF VICTORIAN-ERA PAINKILLERS, AREN'T YOU? SOME CONCOCTION OF OPIUM AN ALCOHOL, OR SOMETHING... AHAHA.

Hemet... [Mettaton...It was a good job Emet-Selch's name was so...unique that his nickname made sense.] They're smart. I managed to keep them out with a barrier for a while but...

They knew about iron. [Maybe. Maybe they'd just thrown that shovel iron end first at her fairy ring by chance. She had no way of knowing, but it'd seemed intentional.]

I'm not sure what the nurse gave me...I can't feel my legs...[There's a pause for a moment.] They're there, I can see them. [She did have to check though.]

[Mettaton would probably not have flinched very hard even if she said she didn't see her legs. He's used to just not having legs sometimes. Even though he'd have to reflect on that oddity and recall that people couldn't just put their legs back on...]

OH, GOOD. SO NOTHING DETACHED! THAT'S FABULOUS NEWS ALREADY. [Still not thinking too hard about dismemberment as being a permanent thing for humans, even though he knows better.] BUT YOU'RE POSITIVELY RIGHT, DARLING. THE NUCKELAVEE ARE SMART COOKIES... THEY DIDN'T HESITATE TO FIND OUR HIDING SPOT! IT'S A GOOD THING EMET-SELCH'S SO GOOD AT BEING LAZY, AND THEREFORE EXCELS AT TELEPORTATION. MY DASHING EMPEROR SELCHY-DARLING CAME TO MY RESCUE, EVEN WHILE BLIND...!

[Do Not INteract With This Entire Statement]

IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME. INTENTIONALLY TARGETING YOU WITH METAL LIKE THAT. [A pause.] SHOULD I COME VISIT YOU??? OOOH, I COULD SIGN YOUR CAST!

[He never asked if she has a cast. He has decided she does, or will. And he will sign it.]

[It's times like this, Mikasa wished she only spoke to Mtt via text. Because that sure is a lot of words and a lot of things for her doped up mind to take in one go. She'd understood...about a fifth of it. Maybe. So Mettaton had gotten in trouble and Emet-Selch had saved him.

But hey, he was alright now.]

You can try...They've already made Tendies...Tendou leave. Apparently he was bugging people. [The dumbest of nicknames, Chicken Tendies.

Mettaton...They didn't cast stab wounds...]

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[Slow down there, Mettaton. You're losing her. ...Or maybe he's trying to addle her on purpose. It's fun. Listen to her right now, referring to Tendou as Tendies.

He laughs.]

GREAT. THEN I'M SURE THEY'LL HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH ME! [IMAGINE THE GALL. He's never "bugging" people!] IS IT THE HEOFONLIC HOSPITAL?

[He doesn't know any other hospital, hence his question. ...Mettaton doesn't often go to hospitals. For reasons.]

OH! YOU MUST'VE BEEN IN THERE LONG ENOUGH... TO MISS THE INVITATION WE RECEIVED!!

[Mettaton why this, she's in hospital and feeling so attacked right now. But the hospital name..?]

Uh..It's the big hospital. In the haven. [She couldn't exactly go read the sign.]

I've not, if I had been they'd have let me leave... [This was her most whiny. Even if it was still pretty deadpan. But there's a pause, an unseen tilt of the head.] Invitation? [Slow, like it's a new word. This is news to her.] The thing Howl mentioned? [She'd seen her housemate. Then panicked and went to bother Tendou to check on Tater and Pecker. Howl's reason for the message being promptly forgotten.]

THE HAVEN... I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A HOSPITAL IN THE HAVEN...

[HRM. This will be more difficult than he thought. He's gonna check Heofonlic anyway. Her whininess is privately appreciated and glossed over, adorned by the clap of his hands.]

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, BUT ANY INVITATION MUST BE THE RIGHT INVITATION! YES. WE, AS MIRRORBOUND... WERE INVITED TO DORCHACHT, FOR THEIR INDEPENDENCE FESTIVITIES. IT'S AT THE END OF THE MONTH. YOU SHOULD COME... WITH ME!! THERE'S BOUND TO BE FIREWORKS AND HONEST-TO-GOD MAGIC WOVEN INTO ANY PERFORMANCES THEY DO.

[There won't be any trauma or Fae racism or Morgana or anything. Honest.]

It might be a clinc...[She wasn't so sure now. She'd just been bandaged up, given some painkillers, once the fighting was over and woken up there.]

Do I have to? It sounds loud... [Loud, and she was tired.] Won't I see through the magic though? [Illusions...Being able to see through them was useful, but made it not very entertaining.]

[He'll figure it out. For now, at least he can discuss the invitation...]

OH, A PERFORMANCE LACED WITH MAGIC ISN'T ALWAYS ILLUSION, DARLING. SOMETIMES IT'S ENCHANTMENT! TRANSMUTATION! I CAN IMAGINE ANY NUMBER OF DAZZLING DISPLAYS... EVEN EVOCATION COULD MAKE FOR A SPLENDID FIREWORKS SHOW!

BESIDES... HOW COULD YOU SAY NO TO AN INVITATION, IF IT'S BOLSTERED BY MY REQUEST FOR YOUR ATTENDANCE???

[WHO could say no to METTATON?]

[He could not see her slow, attentive nod. She sees. So that was how they'd do tricks. Yes, that makes sense. If she was remembering the different magic types correctly.]

By saying 'no'? [The easiest answer to 'how could she say no?' But she snorts at her own sad attempt at a joke.] ...Maybe, the healers said I shouldn't work too much.

[And this sounded like the opposite of working.]

[Her attempt at a joke does get a laugh out of the robot. It's one of his merciless ones, though, as though he's ready to convey most unfortunate news...]

OH, FABULOUS!! THEN YOU WON'T HAVE TO DO SUCH AN UNFORTUNATE THING, SUCH AS TURNING ME DOWN. SINCE THIS IS NEGATIVE WORK... AND THEREFORE, PRECISELY WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED!

SO YOU'LL COME?

[But parties were unfortunate news.]

It sounds like negative work...If it was someone else... [Mettaton, like Tendou was a lot of brain work. But hey, the medics said not to work her leg. So thinking thoughts was fine right? Right!?

...Even if thinking was pretty difficult at the moment.]

If they'll let me... I'll look forward to the air.

AND SURELY MY COMPANY! [Don't reply, Mikasa. He doesn't want to hear her break his heart again.] BUT REST ASSURED, DARLING. THERE'LL BE FRESH AIR FOR SURE, AND NOTHING AMISS.

[Nothing like iron powder, pshhhh.]

I'LL STOP BY TO VISIT YOU SOON. [Once he locates where she IS... It couldn't be too hard, right? He may not have anything to focus on as far as regularly-worn items go, but he's still more adept at finding things — and people.] BUT TELL ME, DARLING. WHEN IT COMES TO CAKE... THE PRESENCE OF ALMOND BETWIXT CHERRY DOESN'T DISAPPOINT, DOES IT?

[he's gonna smuggle some CAKE in for her. get her even MORE drunk. there are no rules for Mettaton.]

Edited (NO SCARF) 2020-09-28 17:45 (UTC)

You're not going to be hard to keep up with are you? [Both figuratively and literally. She was a quick walker, normally... But his amount of leggy.

But there's a few little chirps at the mention of cake. An offering?]

...Is that because I'm going with you?

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