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Feb 11, 2016 2:01:16 GMT -5
 can't help falling in love. The champagne was pink, the lights were dim, and Mettaton, surveying the throng of partygoers, looked decidedly pleased. Humans and monsters were intermingling freely -- and if there was latent tension present, if there was internal conflict or suppressed suspicion, it seemed to have been laid aside for the sake of the night. Now and again, laughter or the clink of glasses rang out over the music. Spirits were high. In spite of the mounting weight of golden flowers and false accusations hanging over all their heads, people were smiling.
A sheen of satisfaction overlaid his fanged grin -- so long as the plan that he and Frisk had concocted went off without a hitch, he would be able to call the evening a splendid success. If he was a bit pleased with himself at the moment (Even moreso than usual), who could blame him?
Dressed to the nines for the occasion in a tailored three-piece suit, shimmery and crimson, his dark eye makeup applied liberally, the automaton had been playing the part of the gracious host since the party had started hours earlier. In the middle of fielding a question as to whether or not he'd be taking the stage at any point during the night with the demure suggestion that perhaps he could be persuaded (As if anyone would be able to keep him off it), Mettaton abruptly paused, a slow shiver trickling down the curve of his chassis.
Inexplicable unrest, subtle but unmistakable, was suddenly rippling through the revelry. In the far corner of the room, a particularly bulky reptilian monster took a hasty step towards his canine companion, bumping a table that held a pyramid of champagne glasses with his tail as he did. Several tumbled to the tile with a shuddering crash -- stirred by the sound, Mettaton attempted to shake off his unease, turned on a stiletto heel, and fixed his gaze on the feline assistant hovering just behind him, glittery red lips pursed.
"Darling, you have the number for the caterers, don't you? Would you-- ... "
Oh, but then he had to notice how the glow of the pink neon above the bar clung to the other's ginger fur, bringing out subtle stripes he'd never seen before, and his eyes... touching his tongue to the back of a fang, the android briefly fell silent, head tilted slightly to the side. MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Feb 12, 2016 0:26:55 GMT -5
Going back to Mettaton was the best thing that BP had ever done. After he'd finally convinced Mettaton to give him another chance, he really stepped up his game. He wanted to prove his worth this time, and it paid off. Now, the 29 year old feline was Mettaton's personal assistant. He was almost always at the robot's side and kept all his appointments and schedules correct. Afterall, it was no secret that Mettaton was a little spontaneous. He very often took on more than he could chew. That's where BP became a valuable asset. Having a more down-to-Earth look on things really helped when you needed to plan around a flamboyant robot's ramblings.
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The nicely dressed feline, upon hearing the sudden crash, already had his tablet out when his boss turned to him and spoke. He swiped a paw pad over the face of the electronic, making quick typing motions as he texted the caterer to bring more champagne, and the cleaning help to come and mop up the mess. He shivered a little while he was typing, as a strange jolt of energy shot down his spine and right up to the tip of his tail, making it curl inward a little. Just a chill perhaps. Once satisfied with his work, he glanced up at his boss and smiled.
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"Already done, boss. They'll be here... shortly.." BP's words slowed as he gazed at the debonair robot before him. Okay, so this wasn't the first time that he'd thought Mettaton looked particularily handsome, but for some reason, he just couldn't take his eyes off of him. The way his perfectly taylored clothing fit around his chassis... How the dim light danced around him, giving him a certain glow... How his jet black hair was perfectly groomed and framed his flawless face... Oh, it was all things he'd noticed before at different time but now... They were all very undeniable. All he could do was stare.
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 12, 2016 1:51:53 GMT -5
can't help falling in love. Pressing his fangs lightly into his lower lip, then reflexively swiping his tongue over the tips to ensure that no sparkly red lipstick had stained the white veneers, Mettaton suddenly smiled again -- whatever had caused him to trail off, his recovery was rapid.
"Ah! Efficient as ever! Thank you, darling. ... Have I mentioned that you look wonderful tonight? You do. We match."
The spell didn't hold him entirely in its sway -- Mettaton was, after all, far too content a creature for that.
It had made his fondly-regarded assistant... appealing, though -- and, well... the android had never shied from the things he wanted, never hesitated or wavered in his decisive, relentless pursuit. Studying Winston from beneath glitter-flecked lashes for a moment longer, he took a sudden step forward, then another and another, advancing until he bumped against the top edge of the tablet that the feline monster was still clutching, kept at bay only by the span of the device.
"I like it."
Reaching out to adjust the other's tie and center it more securely against his throat, the robot briefly paused, as if he'd found himself with the inexplicable need to reevaluate the intent behind the gesture. "On another note... I hope you know how much I appreciate your help, sweetheart." Rather than pulling his hands away afterwards, he proceeded to slide his gloved fingers down over the lapels of the feline monster's suit coat under the pretense of unrumpling them, the slow drag keeping pace with the synthetic purr of his voice as he segued into the change of subject. "I do mention it. But enough, I wonder? You've been invaluable to me for years, after all. So loyal. I'm sure things wouldn't run as smoothly without you." His visible eye lulled as he spoke, its shade of pink shifting.
It was all true, and he'd said as much before. Even half-unaware of the full extent of his eccentricity, Mettaton could admit, at least, that he wasn't always easy to keep up with. While he'd get where he wanted to be one way or another, having the other at his side to make simple, sensible arrangements had vastly simplified matters more than once. He'd never been unappreciative of that, but... somehow, suddenly, it was absolutely imperative that he made it abundantly clear.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Feb 13, 2016 20:46:01 GMT -5
Winston had to clutch the tablet tighter in his paws, for fear it would fall to the floor and shatter. His gaze followed the automaton's form down to the point where he was pressed against the small device. He glanced back up to meet the gaze of his boss, looking at him from beneath those long lashes with such intention. The feline could feel the fur on his tail starting to fluff up. The compliment made a ginger ear twitch as he allowed one hand to free from the tablet and reach up to rub the back of his own neck bashfully.
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"Gee... Well, ya know I'm here to serve, boss. Anything you wish."
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It was something the feline monster would never have said 10 years ago. Back then, things were different. He had been young, immature, cynical. In those days, he didn't realize just what sort of being Mettaton truly was. Being so close to him all these years, he finally knew. He finally understood why Mettaton was a shining star on a cloudy night. He finally realized why everyone loved him. And he was feeling the same way, but perhaps... even moreso.
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Winston's breath was heavy on his lips, the drunken feeling of the spell washing over him and causing his inhibitions to float away. The feline of 10 minutes ago would never think to say something like this. But this feline couldn't stop himself.
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"Boss... No, Mettaton. You're an amazing person. I wish I could have seen that sooner than I did. Serving you is an honor..."
[attr="class","stag"]this is quickly gunna turn into a makeout session LOL [newclass=.sooc]width:300px;height:5px;background-color:#DB2E1A;margin-top:5px;transition:.5s;overflow:hidden;font:10pt calibri;color:#fff;text-align:center;line-height:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sooc:hover]width:300px;height:18px;background-color:#DB2E1A;margin-top:5px;transition:.5s;font:10pt calibri;color:#fff;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.stag]width:300px;height:10px;background-color:#DB2E1A;margin-top:5px;transition:.5s;font:10pt calibri;color:#DB2E1A;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.stag:hover]width:300px;height:18px;background-color:#DB2E1A;margin-top:5px;transition:.5s;font:10pt calibri;color:#fff;text-align:center[/newclass] [nospaces]
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 14, 2016 22:01:34 GMT -5
can't help falling in love. "Oh, I know it is, darling."
Mettaton's fanged smile broadened -- sure as he was of the statement, it was still flattering to hear it said outright. His spell-induced love for the other, it seemed, hadn't generated its substance by drawing from his ego -- that seemed to be as massive as ever. Tugging at the points of the feline monster's lapels until he was satisfied with their crispness, the automaton proceeded to press a gloved thumb to the angular curve of a whiskered cheek, hooking the other over the top edge of the tablet.
"Just think of that, though! I'm the star of the century. An idol for the ages. I couldn't possibly settle for anything less than the best, could I? Which means that you, sweetheart, are something special."
Lightly, he began pushing the tablet towards Winston's chest so that he could take several steps closer and shrink the already-tiny gap between them, stiletto heels tapping on the tile, pink eye glinting beneath his lengthy lashes.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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