A future of MTT-Brand marvels awaits Aefenglom. It only took him a year to get around to it proper. A year of integrating with the setting, he would say.
The robotic Puca claps his hands together, practically bouncing in place with their mutual joy just feeding off of each other. It's a lot of enthusiasm for one city. Enthusiasm enough for cataclysmic bad fashion choices to be bred.
"Fabulous! I knew you'd be eager to get a SNEAK PEAK of my new summer fashion and eyewear campaign," Mettaton teases, flirtatiously stroking Papyrus' shoulder as he frames Papyrus's hip with his leg, almost as if he's boxing him in. "A hybrid... between the HOTTEST of MTT-Brand attire, and Aefenglom's trendiest looks. I'm full of good ideas... but I think you'll be perfect for some of the edgiest of my looks."
Accosted and roped in, a number of designers await the two monsters sitting wide-eyed, mostly. They're interested, at least, and as a team of Witches, they can make quick work of prototypes by way of illusion, conjuration, and transmutation. Before them are sketches in abundance: Mettaton really is full of ideas, and they're annotated in his curly handwriting and everything. Should Papyrus spare a cursory glance at Mettaton's work, a few such examples include full-length ballgowns with architectural features of Mettaton's resort, the obvious T-shirt-and-underwear-combination with Mettaton's face or logo, and... there's a page with a lot of heels.
The nitty-gritty of the work is not his realm of expertise. That's for designers to suss out, not beautiful robots!
"I'm sure you're eager... And full of expectations."
they are, and it's killin me, i just spent a few minutes in agony coming up with... ideas.
The robotic Puca claps his hands together, practically bouncing in place with their mutual joy just feeding off of each other. It's a lot of enthusiasm for one city. Enthusiasm enough for cataclysmic bad fashion choices to be bred.
"Fabulous! I knew you'd be eager to get a SNEAK PEAK of my new summer fashion and eyewear campaign," Mettaton teases, flirtatiously stroking Papyrus' shoulder as he frames Papyrus's hip with his leg, almost as if he's boxing him in. "A hybrid... between the HOTTEST of MTT-Brand attire, and Aefenglom's trendiest looks. I'm full of good ideas... but I think you'll be perfect for some of the edgiest of my looks."
Accosted and roped in, a number of designers await the two monsters sitting wide-eyed, mostly. They're interested, at least, and as a team of Witches, they can make quick work of prototypes by way of illusion, conjuration, and transmutation. Before them are sketches in abundance: Mettaton really is full of ideas, and they're annotated in his curly handwriting and everything. Should Papyrus spare a cursory glance at Mettaton's work, a few such examples include full-length ballgowns with architectural features of Mettaton's resort, the obvious T-shirt-and-underwear-combination with Mettaton's face or logo, and... there's a page with a lot of heels.
The nitty-gritty of the work is not his realm of expertise. That's for designers to suss out, not beautiful robots!
"I'm sure you're eager... And full of expectations."