Mettaton is utterly loving this conversation because it's about him and only him, and how he is fascinating. He knows how this would start to go if things were different or normal between them. He'd slide himself off of Sans's shoulders, drop himself onto the floor and then drape himself over Sans's body and that's when things would really start to get interesting.
But... this close proximity means he can feel some of the spikes of emotion in Sans's soul and it makes him hesitate. Sans isn't just a person he can play or toy around with and then move on. He actually... cares about him. And the feeling is mutual. That's what went so wrong with Bucky, after all. He didn't keep things light. He wanted to get deeper and he paid the price.
He lifts his head off of Sans's shoulder, giving him back that room. He does slide himself down next to him however, compromising his desire to be closer with a desire to not make this any more weird than it has to be. If things were different he'd have pinned the damn skeleton to the couch by now but here this requires a gentle touch. And he's not even sure that's completely what he wants out of him anyway.
"My my, Sans. My personality! You charmer you, I'm sure you say that to all the monsters."
He winks, trying to quell the tendrils of magic in his soul that want to just... reach out again. He's not sure where that would lead. Would it be a platonic connection? Or would it be...
"Me? A narcissist? Perish the thought! Is it so narcissistic to know exactly how much you are worth? And that that worth is more than the galaxy itself?"
He's teasing. Mostly.
"28 movies, Sans, keep track. I had to give the fans that content they craved and they craved more Mettaton! So I made time."
No one wants your crappy movies, Mettaton, literally no one. Mettaton reaches over and takes a cookies and creme Kiss out of the bag and he considers, for one brief moment, using a kiss to deliver a Kiss. It'd certainly be a fun physical gag but... it wouldn't really end at just that, now would it?
He hands it over to Sans as he reaches for the whiskey with his other.
"While you're trying that, I am going to try this alcohol you brought along."
no subject
But... this close proximity means he can feel some of the spikes of emotion in Sans's soul and it makes him hesitate. Sans isn't just a person he can play or toy around with and then move on. He actually... cares about him. And the feeling is mutual. That's what went so wrong with Bucky, after all. He didn't keep things light. He wanted to get deeper and he paid the price.
He lifts his head off of Sans's shoulder, giving him back that room. He does slide himself down next to him however, compromising his desire to be closer with a desire to not make this any more weird than it has to be. If things were different he'd have pinned the damn skeleton to the couch by now but here this requires a gentle touch. And he's not even sure that's completely what he wants out of him anyway.
"My my, Sans. My personality! You charmer you, I'm sure you say that to all the monsters."
He winks, trying to quell the tendrils of magic in his soul that want to just... reach out again. He's not sure where that would lead. Would it be a platonic connection? Or would it be...
"Me? A narcissist? Perish the thought! Is it so narcissistic to know exactly how much you are worth? And that that worth is more than the galaxy itself?"
He's teasing. Mostly.
"28 movies, Sans, keep track. I had to give the fans that content they craved and they craved more Mettaton! So I made time."
No one wants your crappy movies, Mettaton, literally no one. Mettaton reaches over and takes a cookies and creme Kiss out of the bag and he considers, for one brief moment, using a kiss to deliver a Kiss. It'd certainly be a fun physical gag but... it wouldn't really end at just that, now would it?
He hands it over to Sans as he reaches for the whiskey with his other.
"While you're trying that, I am going to try this alcohol you brought along."