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Feb 23, 2016 11:11:19 GMT -5
 stage lights are blaring. In hindsight, today hadn't been the best day to dismiss his driver with the intention of spending some time on the streets with the fans, taking selfies and signing autographs. Mettaton had stepped out of his first appointment of the morning (An endorsement negotiation) to see that the sky had grayed, a sudden storm front having blotted out the bright blue to make way for a torrential downpour.
Oh, his hair. Plunging an ungloved hand into the pocket of his coat, he pulled out his phone -- the meet-and-greets would need to wait for fairer weather -- only to have the bedazzled case promptly slip from his grasp. The tumbling phone bounced once on the pavement, shedding pink rhinestones, and landed in a puddle.
Fishing it out with a shiny-lipsticked frown, the automaton mashed the home button a time or two, determined that it was now entirely useless (He was waterproof, why wasn't it?) and proceeded to duck into the nearest bus shelter to keep dry. Under the awning, he pulled out a compact to touch up his makeup and attempt to fluff his hair back into its proper arrangement.
Well. It would hardly do to walk and show up sopping wet. Perish the thought! There was no need to be too terribly dismayed. If nothing else, Winston would notice his absence sooner or later (Though maybe not until after he had missed his next engagement) and find him. It was hardly the end of the world... but he would, he had to admit, tucking a stray strand of dark hair out of sight, kill for a can of hairspray. open | ### | <3 MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Feb 24, 2016 15:03:58 GMT -5
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A different monster entirely moved towards the bus stop, not even paying attention to anyone else there. He'd been using a newspaper to keep himself a bit dry, which obscured his vision enough that he didn't even notice he'd crept into the sheltering station with somebody else. As a general rule, he never openly tried to make eye contact with others, unless being addressed. Staring was, after all, very rude.
Even so, he had something else to occupy his time. That being his newspaper. The printed piece boldly declared the death of another human recently, found mercilessly ended and littered with golden flowers. He didn't bother reading further, switching instead to the jobs section. The day's events had enticed him to more seriously look into a career as a lifeguard.... just as soon as he learned to swim.
And so, for the moment, Brody remained oblivious to the impossible coincidence occurring less than 5 feet away. Brody's fan-crush and idol Mettaton, awaiting transport of his own. |
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Feb 24, 2016 15:51:41 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. Preoccupied with the task of applying a fresh ring of black liner around his single visible eye -- and then with admiring his handiwork -- Mettaton swiveled his head only when a papery rustle announced the presence of the shelter's newest occupant, a monster of impressive stature who had squeezed beneath the awning at the opposite end of the bench. The automaton's neon lens flitted over the other, then the outer page of the newspaper he was engrossed in. The headliner proclaimed the news of another murder, a lead-in to a sensationalistic story that was likely accompanied by more accusations.
... He and Frisk would need to do something soon.
There was hardly any reason to worry about that right now, though.
Returning his gaze to the mirror, the android twisted the top off a tube of lipstick, promptly paused, and turned back towards the stranger (Who hadn't so much as glanced at him, he had to note with a twinge of genuine, mildly affronted bewilderment. Perhaps his eyesight was poor).
"... —Darling, could I possibly trouble you for that when you're done with it?" A lacquered nail wiggled to indicate the paper, his fanged smile broad. "A corner would do!"
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Feb 24, 2016 16:56:26 GMT -5
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Mettaton
So there WAS someone else here. No big deal. He wasn't finding anything interesting in the job section anyway.
"Oh.. Sure no pr-"
Now he briefly glanced over closing the paper to offer it, noticing first the AMAZING boots he would recognize anywhere. They were attached to even more amazing legs that he WOULD have recognized had his eyes not skipped them, because if he was right, he'd die right there if caught looking at such impossibly amazing thighs.
Oh God, it WAS Mettaton. Just sitting there at the bus stop waiting. And Brody hadn't even NOTICED at first. Brody's entire body tensed up, and his teeth gritted while his face flushed.
Do not freak out. Do not say anything stupid. In fact say nothing at all. Don't stare. YOU'RE STARING. Please don't stare. STOP IT. Say something. Be polite. NOT TOO LOUD. Just give him the paper. Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God-
There was a very long five seconds of silence that passed between 'pr' and "-roblem..." as the scorpion glanced Mettaton's way, then slowly turned his head to face forwards, his posture rigid. A shaky arm extended the paper out Mettaton's way. His stance and motions were the very definition of 'flustered.' He was like a cracking dam, moments away from gushing out a tidal wave of geekiness, held in check only by an iron will, and an immense desire to not do anything embarrassing.
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Feb 24, 2016 22:52:05 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. Well, that was more like it!
Mettaton was no stranger to the distinctive, visible flicker of recognition that crossed the other's face -- a fan! --but no matter how many times he saw it, it was always flattering. (In all fairness, his evaluation, however apt, was based on presumption, correct by chance, and more of a testament to the size of his ego than his perceptiveness). The mute, rigid response wasn't uncommon either, though more often seen, admittedly, in children than grown monsters.
Scorpion eyes might not have been particularly expressive, but the stiffness of the stranger's posture spoke volumes. Accepting the paper that was shakily thrust at him, the automaton folded back a corner to blot his lipstick, promptly capping the tube and snapping the compact shut. At his side, he noted with a lengthwise glance, the other was still staring straight ahead, motionless, like some sort of monument to the term 'starstruck'.
Maybe his plans for the morning weren't necessarily a write-off after all.
"Thank you! ... My, I know I'm dazzling, but there's no need to avert your eyes, sweetheart!"
After a beat, he added, almost coaxing--
"I don't bite!"
--In spite, apparently, of the fangs prominently displayed by his beaming smile.
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Feb 25, 2016 8:57:43 GMT -5
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Mettaton He turned back equally slowly to look, because that was the polite thing to do and also OMG METTATON ASKED HIM TO LOOK SOMEWHERE. He still appeared to be in shock, but he did mumble something under his breath about Mettaton being the greatest ever. Once he mumbled out the phrase though, his face went redder his his pincers went to his cheeks in embarrassment. It wasn't that his words weren't true, but he'd mumbled them, and looked foolish doing so. He was trying SO HARD to maintain composure, and doing an admirable job of not fainting so far.
He gathered a bit more confidence and spoke a little louder. He knew he'd embarrass himself further but he'd have to say something to not be creepy. "Pound for pound I am probably your biggest fan.... Everything you do is so... RIGHTEOUS"
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Mar 1, 2016 2:30:23 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. Mettaton's excitement seemed only to grow as the other monster became more and more flustered, apparently directly proportionate to his level of distress. Clasping a shiny hand to the center of his chest just as soon as Brody managed an unintelligible string of mumbled words (He'd caught only a few here and there, but one of them had been 'greatest'!), the automaton leaned in, the pink neon of his iris ratcheting up several shades.
"Darling! Do you really think so? ... Oh, what am I saying? —Of course you do!"
That noted, he promptly struck a pose of sorts, a hand sliding behind his head, heeled boots angling just so. The android's exuberance dimmed only slightly when the other covered his flushing cheeks with his claws. Letting the display drop, Mettaton tilted his head slightly to the side.
"... My, my. Don't worry! Who could blame you for being a bit awestruck?"
The tone of his warm synthetic purr -- perhaps surprisingly -- had softened for the sake of an attempt at reassurance. Pocketing the compact, he crossed one long leg over the other, smile unfaltering.
"I'm inclined not to doubt you. It's always a pleasure to meet a fan! Won't you tell me your name, sweetheart?"
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Mar 1, 2016 9:17:01 GMT -5
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Mettaton "I'm Brody. Brody Sasori." He squeaked that out and instantly regretted it. He didn't want to be gushing so much. It was just that Brody had spent almost 20 years of his life in the Underground. He was born and raised there, and Mettaton's show, full of wonder and excitement, kept Brody going through all the hard times. Even if it WAS just publicity, it gave him hope. And that hope was actually rewarded for a change, so Mettaton and his show meant an awful lot to the scorpion.
And of course what better way to show just how much someone changed your life than my getting red-faced, distraught, and feeling super ashamed at even the slightest perceived miss-step. |
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