His Bonded's overzealous guard. Mettaton is a bit touchy about his uncontrollable Monstrosity, having become a Puca totally against his will. There were a lot of habits he resented of his, from messing-up-beds-beyond-anyone's-good-sense-to-turn-them-into-burrow-like-nests, to snapping-at-doctors-who-are-only-trying-to-help. His anger has whatever fur he has left bristling, and whatever fur he's pulled out would've joined in his mindless offense. But now, smoothed over as it is, Mettaton only huffs.
"It's not my fault they keep putting themselves right in the way of my beautiful, shapely legs. Who can blame them?" he mutters, managing a smirk at the thought (read: convincing himself) that they must enjoy his legs, no matter how sore-ridden. Who wouldn't? "I've only hurt one person!"
(He hurt two. One of them was immediately upon his resurrection; he doesn't remember this.)
But this problem of having been yet caked in grime... it extends much further than Elidibus realizes. Even when he attempts to ask, the doctors are dubious: is this automaton broken? They have a magitech iron, and they know good and well that putting water on it would spell its ruination, as well as a shock hazard. This makes it incredibly difficult to tend to Emet-Selch, since the two are inseparable, as evidenced right now: Emet-Selch will not untangle himself for the sake of a wash, and nobody offers to wash Mettaton.
(Maybe the two of them understand that Emet-Selch's just bound to keep getting gross until someone gives in and gives Mettaton the bath he craves. It was useless to wash Emet-Selch if they wouldn't pay the same dignity to Mettaton.)
He's over the unexpected arrival quickly enough, as it makes sense that one of the Ascians would check in on his own like this, he supposes, and Mettaton acknowledges his rationale with a short nod. Yes, he also understands the alarm of death in this world, of the fact that their souls are bound to their hosts as they are... That death was occurring strangely to Emet-Selch, too, is a grim reality he's aware of. Mettaton glances down at Emet-Selch's skin where the blankets begin, wondering if Elidibus is here to check in on this new state of being bound to his host. He smiles softly, wondering if maybe he's even here out of care. (Why does Elidibus strike him as someone he's known for a time? He'd never noticed that before, when he first met him... Is Mettaton fond of Elidibus already? That makes sense. He's often fond of a lot of people. Monsters grow fond quickly in general. Nothing seems out of place when he thinks about it like that.)
The Emissary's desire to care for Emet-Selch also makes sense, and Mettaton does settle—though he's just as content as Emet-Selch to disobey and remain tangled up in Emet-Selch. But when Elidibus redirects his focus and strikes an offer with Mettaton, why...
"Correction: I'm all living creature, despite being a machine," he begins, already beginning to shift excitedly. But he smiles bright, regarding Elidibus warmly, eagerly. "Would you really do that for me, beautiful? Thank GOD, you're an angel! Everybody here's afraid to let me near a glass of water, lest I," he gestures with a weak arm, and it flops over, comically snake-like; "explode."
The flatness to his expression suggests that he finds this to be absurd. That flatness rounds back out again, and MTT brightens.
"Really, I don't care what your reason is. I'd kill to be clean. It's disgusting. The hospitality rating of this infirmary's easily a one, only because it can't be zero. They have a lot to learn about basic amenities." Here, the excitable Puca turns to Emet-Selch for the Ascian's take. "Well? What do you think, Hades?"
(He accidentally calls Emet-Selch Hades. Where Mettaton's normally decent at minding the names (but not perfect), he's just... not working at his best, exhausted and weak. He doesn't even catch that he's erred.)
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"It's not my fault they keep putting themselves right in the way of my beautiful, shapely legs. Who can blame them?" he mutters, managing a smirk at the thought (read: convincing himself) that they must enjoy his legs, no matter how sore-ridden. Who wouldn't? "I've only hurt one person!"
(He hurt two. One of them was immediately upon his resurrection; he doesn't remember this.)
But this problem of having been yet caked in grime... it extends much further than Elidibus realizes. Even when he attempts to ask, the doctors are dubious: is this automaton broken? They have a magitech iron, and they know good and well that putting water on it would spell its ruination, as well as a shock hazard. This makes it incredibly difficult to tend to Emet-Selch, since the two are inseparable, as evidenced right now: Emet-Selch will not untangle himself for the sake of a wash, and nobody offers to wash Mettaton.
(Maybe the two of them understand that Emet-Selch's just bound to keep getting gross until someone gives in and gives Mettaton the bath he craves. It was useless to wash Emet-Selch if they wouldn't pay the same dignity to Mettaton.)
He's over the unexpected arrival quickly enough, as it makes sense that one of the Ascians would check in on his own like this, he supposes, and Mettaton acknowledges his rationale with a short nod. Yes, he also understands the alarm of death in this world, of the fact that their souls are bound to their hosts as they are... That death was occurring strangely to Emet-Selch, too, is a grim reality he's aware of. Mettaton glances down at Emet-Selch's skin where the blankets begin, wondering if Elidibus is here to check in on this new state of being bound to his host. He smiles softly, wondering if maybe he's even here out of care. (Why does Elidibus strike him as someone he's known for a time? He'd never noticed that before, when he first met him... Is Mettaton fond of Elidibus already? That makes sense. He's often fond of a lot of people. Monsters grow fond quickly in general. Nothing seems out of place when he thinks about it like that.)
The Emissary's desire to care for Emet-Selch also makes sense, and Mettaton does settle—though he's just as content as Emet-Selch to disobey and remain tangled up in Emet-Selch. But when Elidibus redirects his focus and strikes an offer with Mettaton, why...
"Correction: I'm all living creature, despite being a machine," he begins, already beginning to shift excitedly. But he smiles bright, regarding Elidibus warmly, eagerly. "Would you really do that for me, beautiful? Thank GOD, you're an angel! Everybody here's afraid to let me near a glass of water, lest I," he gestures with a weak arm, and it flops over, comically snake-like; "explode."
The flatness to his expression suggests that he finds this to be absurd. That flatness rounds back out again, and MTT brightens.
"Really, I don't care what your reason is. I'd kill to be clean. It's disgusting. The hospitality rating of this infirmary's easily a one, only because it can't be zero. They have a lot to learn about basic amenities." Here, the excitable Puca turns to Emet-Selch for the Ascian's take. "Well? What do you think, Hades?"
(He accidentally calls Emet-Selch Hades. Where Mettaton's normally decent at minding the names (but not perfect), he's just... not working at his best, exhausted and weak. He doesn't even catch that he's erred.)
Given Emet-Selch's approval first, Mettaton will gladly... attempt to untangle himself. But his limbs are weak, just as his fianceé's are. Mettaton's body is heavy metal, and his weakened soul is having a hard time flexing his fingers or working his limbs.