Mettaton nods: his body was entirely inorganic. His ears bob with the bounciness of his movement, but a smile remains.
"An adjustment..."
This seems to give Mettaton some thought, too: he presses a hand to his cheek in his reflection over the past number of months, all the way back to his initial arrival. The very day he debuted this body was the same as a lot of events, including his arrival in Aefenglom. The development of organic features has changed a lot.
"... Yes." He says it fondly. Mettaton doesn't mind the adjustment, both jarring and unfamiliar. "Things like touch. Taste. Smell... Sleep. They're all new to me."
Touch is not as new as he says it is, but it's easier to claim that it came with his organic developments. It wasn't as though being a body of unyielding metal would be rigged so easily with sensation, after all.
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"An adjustment..."
This seems to give Mettaton some thought, too: he presses a hand to his cheek in his reflection over the past number of months, all the way back to his initial arrival. The very day he debuted this body was the same as a lot of events, including his arrival in Aefenglom. The development of organic features has changed a lot.
"... Yes." He says it fondly. Mettaton doesn't mind the adjustment, both jarring and unfamiliar. "Things like touch. Taste. Smell... Sleep. They're all new to me."
Touch is not as new as he says it is, but it's easier to claim that it came with his organic developments. It wasn't as though being a body of unyielding metal would be rigged so easily with sensation, after all.
"I like those parts."