[It was hard to mistaken Mettaton, that much is true. As natural as anything, he hones in on Mikasa, thinking to himself that she should be given this boon; it wasn't the cursed blight like the Coven said it was! It got him attention in the Circle, and they said it was a test.
And from there, Mettaton got ever more creative: the Cwyld is proof of being alive, for it ravages only the magical—and merely overtakes that which is not. To be on him is evidence of something fantastic, he thought.
But Mettaton's height gives him the advantage of lifting his Fae friend into his arms, preventing her even that method of escape. The Puca's hug tightens, and he takes Mikasa up and off the ground as he attempts to rub his chin against the top of her head: cuddling her and scenting her. Scented with... Mettaton and MTT-Brand Cwyld. ☆]
Oooh, Mikasa, darling. You get extra of me... [How lucky, to be given extra Cwyld cuddles. He squeezes her tighter, ignoring her flailing.] You'll endure a little bit of my metal body for some of the mystery this world has to offer, brought to you by me, won't you?
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And from there, Mettaton got ever more creative: the Cwyld is proof of being alive, for it ravages only the magical—and merely overtakes that which is not. To be on him is evidence of something fantastic, he thought.
But Mettaton's height gives him the advantage of lifting his Fae friend into his arms, preventing her even that method of escape. The Puca's hug tightens, and he takes Mikasa up and off the ground as he attempts to rub his chin against the top of her head: cuddling her and scenting her. Scented with... Mettaton and MTT-Brand Cwyld. ☆]
Oooh, Mikasa, darling. You get extra of me... [How lucky, to be given extra Cwyld cuddles. He squeezes her tighter, ignoring her flailing.] You'll endure a little bit of my metal body for some of the mystery this world has to offer, brought to you by me, won't you?