[(That totally counts as divided attention. Divided between two sources of Mettaton...)
As Mettaton types, Emet-Selch slips into a light doze. Mettaton smiles at him, typing away all the while and keeping up with his humming, until he has his outburst. The Puca gives him ample room to catch up with him, though he shifts his legs excitably in anticipation to give his answer.
Emet-Selch pushes himself up for greater alertness, and his default frown endears Mettaton enough for him to want to lean in to kiss him- and he nearly zones out just staring at him. But he resists- at least, until the Ascian settles down to type again. Mettaton catches him in a kiss that isn't quite on the mark, slightly off from being perfectly centered on his lips. He laughs, to follow up.]
Yes!! Of course. Make criminal the escape of Mirrorbound... And slap them with fines to make them cry! Ahaha.
[There, Mettaton settles back with a hum, rubbing Emet-Selch's hip in a circular motion. He watches the Ascian type for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. He has a range; Mettaton nods. Some humans; Mettaton will yield to that. And the last bit is more relevant to what he has to say to Emet-Selch, so he hums to that. He does type,]
My range is from heart-skipping sweet, to indulgently sexy. ❤️
Really though... [After a good pause to receive messages and a short intermission for typing of his own, MTT continues, leveling his gaze with Emet-Selch.] Nobody seems to know much about us. Not the Coven, not other civilizations, and not wise Dragons. Don't you think allocating some funds to understand us and the mirrors that bind us might shed some light on the matter? Who knows what we might find?
[Mettaton has been told that Parliament might consider it a matter for the Coven, not their business nor problem. But at least the question would be posed in a formal way, right? The Mirrorbound only had a council for Parliament, not for Coven-related matters.
He has his selfish hopes about this endeavor. How to learn to leave or stay, or how to control it... Or how to see into the mirror of somebody else, to see their future. To see how Mikasa's faring in her world, where Eren sought to stomp the world flat. But it's too soon to say what could come of it.]
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As Mettaton types, Emet-Selch slips into a light doze. Mettaton smiles at him, typing away all the while and keeping up with his humming, until he has his outburst. The Puca gives him ample room to catch up with him, though he shifts his legs excitably in anticipation to give his answer.
Emet-Selch pushes himself up for greater alertness, and his default frown endears Mettaton enough for him to want to lean in to kiss him- and he nearly zones out just staring at him. But he resists- at least, until the Ascian settles down to type again. Mettaton catches him in a kiss that isn't quite on the mark, slightly off from being perfectly centered on his lips. He laughs, to follow up.]
Yes!! Of course. Make criminal the escape of Mirrorbound... And slap them with fines to make them cry! Ahaha.
[There, Mettaton settles back with a hum, rubbing Emet-Selch's hip in a circular motion. He watches the Ascian type for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. He has a range; Mettaton nods. Some humans; Mettaton will yield to that. And the last bit is more relevant to what he has to say to Emet-Selch, so he hums to that. He does type,]
My range is from heart-skipping sweet, to indulgently sexy. ❤️
Really though... [After a good pause to receive messages and a short intermission for typing of his own, MTT continues, leveling his gaze with Emet-Selch.] Nobody seems to know much about us. Not the Coven, not other civilizations, and not wise Dragons. Don't you think allocating some funds to understand us and the mirrors that bind us might shed some light on the matter? Who knows what we might find?
[Mettaton has been told that Parliament might consider it a matter for the Coven, not their business nor problem. But at least the question would be posed in a formal way, right? The Mirrorbound only had a council for Parliament, not for Coven-related matters.
He has his selfish hopes about this endeavor. How to learn to leave or stay, or how to control it... Or how to see into the mirror of somebody else, to see their future. To see how Mikasa's faring in her world, where Eren sought to stomp the world flat. But it's too soon to say what could come of it.]