Mettaton's ears spring upright. At his core, the Puca is a very expressive robot. Almost uncannily so, and were he to have never claimed to have a soul, it would be... a lot of emoting done for an inorganic being. Mira's treated to the fleeting pleasure of a look of alarm, wide-eyed and smile screwing up as she calls him out for "Not Being Fine, Only Saying So To Assuage Her Worries." He's not on his best game in this moment, which makes acting all the harder to do.
For a moment, he contemplates telling her he has to go.
But then she continues on to talk about her worries, and he relaxes. Cants his head; his ears fold back some, neutral. One leans forward sometimes, as he appraises her feeling on Litha, love, and being forced into it all. He nods, pressing a curled finger to his lower lip.]
Ah... [One of his ears folds back. It's a hint of displeasure.] I didn't realize... you were being treated that way, here. Say. Do you think people would leave you be... if I remained at your side, darling?
[He doesn't feel so inclined to run, talking about her worries. It gives him a chance to collect himself. Even so, his ears flatten somewhat, the both of them in his sheepishness.]
But if you're set on returning... I understand. I thought you might find something pleasant out of it. ...Instead, you've just been made miserable, I see.
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Mettaton's ears spring upright. At his core, the Puca is a very expressive robot. Almost uncannily so, and were he to have never claimed to have a soul, it would be... a lot of emoting done for an inorganic being. Mira's treated to the fleeting pleasure of a look of alarm, wide-eyed and smile screwing up as she calls him out for "Not Being Fine, Only Saying So To Assuage Her Worries." He's not on his best game in this moment, which makes acting all the harder to do.
For a moment, he contemplates telling her he has to go.
But then she continues on to talk about her worries, and he relaxes. Cants his head; his ears fold back some, neutral. One leans forward sometimes, as he appraises her feeling on Litha, love, and being forced into it all. He nods, pressing a curled finger to his lower lip.]
Ah... [One of his ears folds back. It's a hint of displeasure.] I didn't realize... you were being treated that way, here. Say. Do you think people would leave you be... if I remained at your side, darling?
[He doesn't feel so inclined to run, talking about her worries. It gives him a chance to collect himself. Even so, his ears flatten somewhat, the both of them in his sheepishness.]
But if you're set on returning... I understand. I thought you might find something pleasant out of it. ...Instead, you've just been made miserable, I see.