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headlining) wrote2015-12-03 11:35 pm
headlining) wrote2015-12-03 11:35 pm
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[Bad time to have your eyes covered, darling - Mettaton's not done tossing things and the next one is metal.
It's Keats' torc. The magitek is glowing with unread and unheard messages. It bounces onto pillow (not near his head, nowhere near his head because he's mad but he'd never hurt Keats, not even if he wanted to and now the worst person on the team knows that he CAN'T, that it's IMPOSSIBLE and he's completely DEFENSELESS..!) with a soft puff.
The cheery tone is still on as Mettaton paces the floor, smile thin and one hand tearing through his own hair.] What's going on? Oh, cupcake, it's nothing serious! I was just trapped, alone and fearing for my life, by the man you decided I shared equal blame with when he beat in my face! But it's all fine! I'm still alive, aren't I? And OBVIOUSLY you came to my rescue and never implied this was my fault!
It's Keats' torc. The magitek is glowing with unread and unheard messages. It bounces onto pillow (not near his head, nowhere near his head because he's mad but he'd never hurt Keats, not even if he wanted to and now the worst person on the team knows that he CAN'T, that it's IMPOSSIBLE and he's completely DEFENSELESS..!) with a soft puff.
The cheery tone is still on as Mettaton paces the floor, smile thin and one hand tearing through his own hair.] What's going on? Oh, cupcake, it's nothing serious! I was just trapped, alone and fearing for my life, by the man you decided I shared equal blame with when he beat in my face! But it's all fine! I'm still alive, aren't I? And OBVIOUSLY you came to my rescue and never implied this was my fault!
Edited (calm down, maria) 2017-09-11 00:08 (UTC)
W-what?
[He flinches away from the movement of the torc tossed near his head, twisting his eyes towards the characteristic glow of the magitek that tells him "you messed up BADLY, MY FRIEND".]
[He feels a terrible burning sensation in his chest. Shame. He missed something. His study body was out sleepwalking and he missed something big.]
[Mettaton's explanation makes him blink in surprise.]
The man? Wait, wait, Asher? [He's stammering, already getting to his feet and stepping over to Mettaton to grasp him by the shoulders, keeping him in place. His expression is clearly concerned.]
He didn't hurt you, did he?
[He flinches away from the movement of the torc tossed near his head, twisting his eyes towards the characteristic glow of the magitek that tells him "you messed up BADLY, MY FRIEND".]
[He feels a terrible burning sensation in his chest. Shame. He missed something. His study body was out sleepwalking and he missed something big.]
[Mettaton's explanation makes him blink in surprise.]
The man? Wait, wait, Asher? [He's stammering, already getting to his feet and stepping over to Mettaton to grasp him by the shoulders, keeping him in place. His expression is clearly concerned.]
He didn't hurt you, did he?
[The first time this happened and Keats was upset, Mettaton felt this horrible mixture of misery and vindication.
Now he pulls himself out of the other man's grasp, caught between disappoint and repulsion and this desperate need to curl into his arms and forget that this even happened and...
He chokes out a laugh, turning his back and pressing a palm against his right eye.]
What does it matter?! It wouldn't be the first time! What was it that you said then...? Haha!! That's right!
Nothing. You didn't say anything. [That's not fair--not entirely. It was Mettaton that changed the subject, like he's ALWAYS done, but maybe Keats should have known him enough then to see through the self-hating smoke-screen. Maybe he shouldn't have called for a follow-up and ask the side of the story from the person that hurt him instead of asking Mettaton directly.
...]
Get out of my room.
Now he pulls himself out of the other man's grasp, caught between disappoint and repulsion and this desperate need to curl into his arms and forget that this even happened and...
He chokes out a laugh, turning his back and pressing a palm against his right eye.]
What does it matter?! It wouldn't be the first time! What was it that you said then...? Haha!! That's right!
Nothing. You didn't say anything. [That's not fair--not entirely. It was Mettaton that changed the subject, like he's ALWAYS done, but maybe Keats should have known him enough then to see through the self-hating smoke-screen. Maybe he shouldn't have called for a follow-up and ask the side of the story from the person that hurt him instead of asking Mettaton directly.
...]
Get out of my room.
Excuse me?
[He's actually taken back by that. The words feel like a slap, and for a moment he just stares down, eyes wide, at his boyfriend like he's expecting the other to laugh and take it back as a joke.]
[What in the world happened???]
Mettaton, you have to understand, I was sleepwalking, damn it, you know I don't have control over that! You've seen it for yourself, for god's sake! [The feeling in his chest is falling into his stomach like some dark pit.] I would've been here if it weren't for that, Mettaton, who do you think I am? What did Asher do to you?
[He's trying to reach out to grab Mettaton by the shoulders again.]
Mettaton, please...
[He's actually taken back by that. The words feel like a slap, and for a moment he just stares down, eyes wide, at his boyfriend like he's expecting the other to laugh and take it back as a joke.]
[What in the world happened???]
Mettaton, you have to understand, I was sleepwalking, damn it, you know I don't have control over that! You've seen it for yourself, for god's sake! [The feeling in his chest is falling into his stomach like some dark pit.] I would've been here if it weren't for that, Mettaton, who do you think I am? What did Asher do to you?
[He's trying to reach out to grab Mettaton by the shoulders again.]
Mettaton, please...
A beach sounds nice. Quiet, too.
[On a usual basis, Keats sounds gruff, cold, and unkind. But now, there's a fondness to his tone that he really can't hide. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.]
Do you need help? I'd imagine you'd need someone else to check out what that beach is like, you know...
[On a usual basis, Keats sounds gruff, cold, and unkind. But now, there's a fondness to his tone that he really can't hide. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.]
Do you need help? I'd imagine you'd need someone else to check out what that beach is like, you know...
...
[Goddamn it. Goddamn it, it's not fair! How is he supposed to stay mad, to feel right when Keats won't even let him have that? He has to be logical. It's horrible.
Mettaton slips himself out of reach again, but all the viciousness is already starting to evaporate from his frame. He steps back, into the bed, before sitting down, head hanging low. One hand twists its fingers into the sheets, while the other finds the discarded magictek.
He raises his arm, torc in hand. It's still glowing. Listen.]
[Goddamn it. Goddamn it, it's not fair! How is he supposed to stay mad, to feel right when Keats won't even let him have that? He has to be logical. It's horrible.
Mettaton slips himself out of reach again, but all the viciousness is already starting to evaporate from his frame. He steps back, into the bed, before sitting down, head hanging low. One hand twists its fingers into the sheets, while the other finds the discarded magictek.
He raises his arm, torc in hand. It's still glowing. Listen.]
[Heh...]
What's that? Is that really your excuse for being lazy on a beach?
Hmm... I'll consider it.
If you don't wear that ghastly outfit.
What's that? Is that really your excuse for being lazy on a beach?
Hmm... I'll consider it.
If you don't wear that ghastly outfit.
Excuse? Hey now, this is a vital investigation. I wouldn't offer it if I knew I couldn't put in the work.
[His amusement suddenly shifts into a tone of annoyance, though this is hardly the first time Mettaton has said something about his particular ensemble.]
Ghastly? This is a good coat! Can't I be free to wear what I want?
[His amusement suddenly shifts into a tone of annoyance, though this is hardly the first time Mettaton has said something about his particular ensemble.]
Ghastly? This is a good coat! Can't I be free to wear what I want?
Repeat that question including what you want to wear and where you want to wear it.
I'll wear what I want, which is what I normally wear. Maybe take off the coat if it's going to be hot. You can't go wrong with a collared shirt and vest, for goodness' sakes.
It's a BEACH, cupcake. It's GOING to be hot!
At LEAST take off the vest. It might save you from looking like an accountant who got lost.
At LEAST take off the vest. It might save you from looking like an accountant who got lost.
Well, it can get cold in the evenings, you know...?
[>*I]
But a white collared shirt is so boring! What are you trying to do, make me look like the plainest person in the world? Good grief...
[>*I]
But a white collared shirt is so boring! What are you trying to do, make me look like the plainest person in the world? Good grief...
I'm trying to make you look handsome. Which you are under those several layers of bad choices. [There's a quick thump on the other end of the line, like Mettaton just booped the magitek in lieu of Keats' nose.
(He did.)]
I don't make a boring ensemble seem plain, do I...?
(He did.)]
I don't make a boring ensemble seem plain, do I...?
Hmmph. Bad choices...I look perfectly fine.
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE okay that's cute actually GRUMBLE.]
Well, that's you. You could make a potato sack look good.
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE okay that's cute actually GRUMBLE.]
Well, that's you. You could make a potato sack look good.
Ha! I know. [Just one moment: he needs to clasp his hands to his chest and reflect on how good he always looks. He made being a box look stellar - he has a gift.
...yes, right. Anyway.]
And I could make you look good if you'd let me. It's only ever been about CONFIDENCE. You can manage that, can't you?
...yes, right. Anyway.]
And I could make you look good if you'd let me. It's only ever been about CONFIDENCE. You can manage that, can't you?
Of course I can manage that. And what's this about "letting you"? Like I said, I don't see anything wrong with how I dress. I mean...I still remember the whole tweed thing from a while ago.
[Mumbles:] I still think the tweed wasn't half bad...
[Mumbles:] I still think the tweed wasn't half bad...
[Oh my god, again with the tweed. There's finally laughter on the other end of the line as Mettaton switches the feed to video. He doesn't... look the greatest right now, after what they've been through, but...
Idiot. How does he always manage to get him to forget everything horrible?]
Sweetheart. Dearest. My darlingest light of my life. I'm just saying that it isn't beach appropriate.
Besides. If we're going to be together in public, can't we stand to make a few people jealous? [Wink.]
Idiot. How does he always manage to get him to forget everything horrible?]
Sweetheart. Dearest. My darlingest light of my life. I'm just saying that it isn't beach appropriate.
Besides. If we're going to be together in public, can't we stand to make a few people jealous? [Wink.]
[Keats noticeably looks happier at the sight of Mettaton's face, smiling momentarily before he shakes his head, letting out a huff.]
Fine. But if you're making me wear boots with high heels or something, I'm out. I'd do something like fall on my face in front of everyone else, breaking my lovely nose in the process.
Fine. But if you're making me wear boots with high heels or something, I'm out. I'd do something like fall on my face in front of everyone else, breaking my lovely nose in the process.
It's a BEACH!! I won't even wear heels and I had to learn how to WALK with them fused to my legs!
[Although... Hah... Hahahahaha...
He winks again. Harder. Maximum wink. Wink.]
That can be saved for later.
[Although... Hah... Hahahahaha...
He winks again. Harder. Maximum wink. Wink.]
That can be saved for later.
Thank goodness. I don't want you tripping over yourself either, you know?
[Though....that last part...]
[concern.jpg]
...What can be saved for later?
[Though....that last part...]
[concern.jpg]
...What can be saved for later?
[Aww, there's his protective prince. If Mettaton tells himself his face didn't start flushing at the concern, then it didn't happen.
But as for the question...?
Wink.
He's hanging up.]
But as for the question...?
Wink.
He's hanging up.]
Nobody just says "wink", you-!
[Oh. He hung up.]
[Guess he'll just have to see what'll happen. Whatever it is. Mettaton sure has some odd ideas, from time to time...]
[Oh. He hung up.]
[Guess he'll just have to see what'll happen. Whatever it is. Mettaton sure has some odd ideas, from time to time...]
[He takes it, gingerly, from Mettaton's hand. And he listens.]
[Throughout the whole thing, it's as if his face has turned to hard stone. His frown is deep, eyes narrowed as he listens to every line shouted through the door.]
[When it's over, he shakes his head and puts the torc down, turning his face towards the door. His gaze is dark.]
Where is he? In his room?
[This is not the look of a man who's willing to be forgiving anytime soon.]
[Throughout the whole thing, it's as if his face has turned to hard stone. His frown is deep, eyes narrowed as he listens to every line shouted through the door.]
[When it's over, he shakes his head and puts the torc down, turning his face towards the door. His gaze is dark.]
Where is he? In his room?
[This is not the look of a man who's willing to be forgiving anytime soon.]
[Waiting for a reaction that never comes is torture. Mettaton can't hear what Keats is listening to - it's not his magitek - but it isn't as if he's forgotten what happened minutes ago. So he sits on the bed, fingers plucking at cold sheets.
And then Keats asks that.]
Why is that important? That just happened and you want to leave me alone again? [You JUST told him to leave--] So you can get into another calm, level discussion where you tell him that we're equally guilty? Do you really need to know his side of the story instead of ever asking mine?
[He sighs, his head falling into his hands. This is exhausting. This constant, awful merry-go-round of harassment and arguing and guilt - it's like he's been magnetized to a seat and can't claw his way off this goddamn ride.]
...I'm sorry. [I don't want you to leave.
...]
Come back to bed.
And then Keats asks that.]
Why is that important? That just happened and you want to leave me alone again? [You JUST told him to leave--] So you can get into another calm, level discussion where you tell him that we're equally guilty? Do you really need to know his side of the story instead of ever asking mine?
[He sighs, his head falling into his hands. This is exhausting. This constant, awful merry-go-round of harassment and arguing and guilt - it's like he's been magnetized to a seat and can't claw his way off this goddamn ride.]
...I'm sorry. [I don't want you to leave.
...]
Come back to bed.
Calm? Level? [Keats lets out a short laugh at that, but it's an angry one.] He hounded you down when you clearly didn't want to be talking to him, oh, that little git-
[He's clenching his fists at his sides, clearly trying to keep his composure. Whatever he thought of that man...it's over now. This is a side to Asher that he can't excuse.]
[But Mettaton's words cut through the fog of anger, and Keats turns his gaze back to his boyfriend.]
...
Are you sure?
[I'm your Guardian. Let me protect you for once. Please. I need to protect you.]
Mettaton...
[He's clenching his fists at his sides, clearly trying to keep his composure. Whatever he thought of that man...it's over now. This is a side to Asher that he can't excuse.]
[But Mettaton's words cut through the fog of anger, and Keats turns his gaze back to his boyfriend.]
...
Are you sure?
[I'm your Guardian. Let me protect you for once. Please. I need to protect you.]
Mettaton...
Edited 2017-09-18 05:37 (UTC)
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