[Gon, so dutiful... But it would seem Killua's managed to hold off well enough, as his instinct told him.
But his trust in Killua, the fact that this must have been provoked—it's also a good sense for his Bonded. Any other time, Mettaton would have been gushing about it! But right now, he glares down Killua, then widens his stance when Gon arrives on the scene, arm sparking all the while. With bystanders alarmed by the threat of Cwyld and electrocution, they've been given a wide dearth to come to blows in, at least. (Mettaton, bless him, only registers this as an audience. Which is bad.)
The mind-controlled robot, compelled to view his state as justified and desirable, feels slighted. The rest of it's handled entirely by his personality, and when Gon arrives on the scene... well, he's at least mollified, for a moment. But it quickly disappears when he notices he's allied with this brat, who he dislikes out of puckish spite. His ears angle back and his smile grows thin as he tilts back his head to stare down the bridge of his nose.]
Gon, darling! I had no idea that you associated with such ill-mannered Witches... who don't know a good thing when they see it. [So what if he's infected? Mettaton seems undaunted, even striking a pose in the midst of his own condition and the pain of it. Behold his MTT-Brand Cwyld.] And though my arm is fine and fabulous, I want that back!
[He points accusingly at Killua, glowering at him specifically, even while he's regarding Gon.]
All of these baseless accusations, too. I'm plenty touchable... Oh my.
YOU'RE FINE also gmail just ate killua's comment, as it goes
But his trust in Killua, the fact that this must have been provoked—it's also a good sense for his Bonded. Any other time, Mettaton would have been gushing about it! But right now, he glares down Killua, then widens his stance when Gon arrives on the scene, arm sparking all the while. With bystanders alarmed by the threat of Cwyld and electrocution, they've been given a wide dearth to come to blows in, at least. (Mettaton, bless him, only registers this as an audience. Which is bad.)
The mind-controlled robot, compelled to view his state as justified and desirable, feels slighted. The rest of it's handled entirely by his personality, and when Gon arrives on the scene... well, he's at least mollified, for a moment. But it quickly disappears when he notices he's allied with this brat, who he dislikes out of puckish spite. His ears angle back and his smile grows thin as he tilts back his head to stare down the bridge of his nose.]
Gon, darling! I had no idea that you associated with such ill-mannered Witches... who don't know a good thing when they see it. [So what if he's infected? Mettaton seems undaunted, even striking a pose in the midst of his own condition and the pain of it. Behold his MTT-Brand Cwyld.] And though my arm is fine and fabulous, I want that back!
[He points accusingly at Killua, glowering at him specifically, even while he's regarding Gon.]
All of these baseless accusations, too. I'm plenty touchable... Oh my.