There are legs that proudly announce the presence of their owner, as Mettaton EX throws open the door of the cozy, colorful establishment. A robot in all of his colorful splendor, wearing a pair of intricately-designed red-and-black heels. Each step has them clicking loudly, even if Mettaton's not opening his mouth.
Really, there's no connection between required voices or volumes between his bodies. Mettaton just has his preferences.
Easing the door shut behind him, Mettaton commands attention by virtue of having such a massive presence as the towering Puca has to keep his tall ears in check just to keep from hitting ceiling. But Mettaton's eye's on Lahabrea in an instant, scanning the sight of his workspace for information.]
Yoo-hoo! Lahabrea, darling. There you are.
[The peace and quiet is shattered. Mettaton crosses the floor, throwing himself into a seat before Lahabrea's work table. If there is no seat, why, Mettaton will grab one and drag it there.
With his eye saucer-wide, Mettaton marvels at the intricacies laid before the Dragon upon the table, ignoring Lahabrea's fashion choices for the moment. Every sciencey person he's ever met, besides Nico, has been Like This.]
Oh my. I had no idea you were so mechanically inclined! [Mettaton leans, his ears leaning with him—though with all of Lahabrea's thorough lighting, they do nothing to eclipse anything. They would, if there were only one overhead light.] You wouldn't happen to work on robots too, would you?
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There are legs that proudly announce the presence of their owner, as Mettaton EX throws open the door of the cozy, colorful establishment. A robot in all of his colorful splendor, wearing a pair of intricately-designed red-and-black heels. Each step has them clicking loudly, even if Mettaton's not opening his mouth.
Really, there's no connection between required voices or volumes between his bodies. Mettaton just has his preferences.
Easing the door shut behind him, Mettaton commands attention by virtue of having such a massive presence as the towering Puca has to keep his tall ears in check just to keep from hitting ceiling. But Mettaton's eye's on Lahabrea in an instant, scanning the sight of his workspace for information.]
Yoo-hoo! Lahabrea, darling. There you are.
[The peace and quiet is shattered. Mettaton crosses the floor, throwing himself into a seat before Lahabrea's work table. If there is no seat, why, Mettaton will grab one and drag it there.
With his eye saucer-wide, Mettaton marvels at the intricacies laid before the Dragon upon the table, ignoring Lahabrea's fashion choices for the moment. Every sciencey person he's ever met, besides Nico, has been Like This.]
Oh my. I had no idea you were so mechanically inclined! [Mettaton leans, his ears leaning with him—though with all of Lahabrea's thorough lighting, they do nothing to eclipse anything. They would, if there were only one overhead light.] You wouldn't happen to work on robots too, would you?