He woke up on a shore with a face full of sand, clothes heavy and sticking to his skin, and then he realized as he rolled up to a sitting position and started to straighten himself up that that was due to water, he was soaked to the bone and still running, and then he noticed the softness of everything under those clothes and felt himself up and down, sides (oh, my god, those are ribs he feels), squishy, squishy cheeks...!
And a surge of ebullient excitement took him over and set his circuits (or...? Not really circuits?) singing. He hugged himself and spun with a little hip-waggling dance, stretched his arms out, took a roll out on the beach and rested on his back to kick one leg high in the air, toe pointed...
Goodness gracious, if he only had a mirror.
He's sure he looks handsome as all hell, though.
But as with many things? It never hurts to have an audience.
In his striding around with a brand-new level of bounce 'n swagger to his step to get his bearings, at some point, his hot-pink eye fixes on a passerby - and the lucky winner is...!
He snaps his fingers in the air before turning his hand, bent as if to beckon, and calls out, a blinding grin on his face.]
Excuuuuse me there, darling!
[And, if they stop, he'll take a couple of long, dance-like steps closer, pausing a moment to flick the hair out of his eyes.]
But would you mind feasting your eyes a moment?
[And with that? In a flash, he's thrust his arms his in the air, crossing the left behind the right, and, hip cocked, turned about forty-five degrees for a pose.
To his credit? He's not bad-looking, esp. for someone decked out in a manner akin to a still somewhat damp, sea-salt-scented 1980's pop-rocker. Sleek, standing a couple inches above six feet tall, and, well, rocking confidence.
But he's not just loving himself right now. He's a new shade of fascinated with himself, and it may just be palpable.]
B. A club in Bavan.
[It's not going to last, and Mettaton isn't one to let himself linger.
Today? He's been pushing all sense of having been cheated out of this perfect body aggressively to the side of his mind. He's going to live it up in his brand-new skin all he can, and this in particular has been a fun day - a financially irresponsible one, though he's still not used enough to the idea of being effectively broke here enough to give it much thought - one that's taken him to a dance floor, over and around which the music is a bit old-fashioned, but in a charming way! He can shake it to this.
And at some point, one at which it seems a magnet-pull has called a few people together to commence macking or simply showing off for each other? He'll swoop in on someone who seems to be solo here, brow raised in invitation and grin stretching from ear to ear.]
May I have this dance?
[He doth call most melodically.]
C. Manticore. Network.
[And it is here that the party ends. Or has ended, rather. His forearms and legs are growing in spotted fur, and a couple of flamingo-wings have come sprouting out of his back.
Don't get him wrong, they're very nice wings - and surely getting aerial transportation back can't be a bad thing - but, and maaaaybe this is partly attempt to minimize, but they're... not convenient.
And with that in mind? He makes a post to the network.]
< MTT >
GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!
I hope you're having an AMAZING day, one and all! Has it been mundane? Has it been wild? Whether it's any of the above or other, there are ever so many ways in which one CAN be amazed! So many flavors of fine! A whole wide world's worth of wonders which we walk, weird and !
Speaking of wonders! It occurs to me that I'm STILL not sure where the best clothing boutiques are for the winged among us!
Do you have any recommendations? If you do, then please, let's hear them!
Feel free to recommend any other hotspots on the peninsula that can't be ignored, as well! When Mettaton posts, let it be for the greater good-- which, if you ask moi, involves freedom for all to live the good life!!!
D. Wildcard.
[Have anything else in mind? Feel free to request a prompt or hit me with one of your own!]
Mettaton | Undertale
[He's human.
He woke up on a shore with a face full of sand, clothes heavy and sticking to his skin, and then he realized as he rolled up to a sitting position and started to straighten himself up that that was due to water, he was soaked to the bone and still running, and then he noticed the softness of everything under those clothes and felt himself up and down, sides (oh, my god, those are ribs he feels), squishy, squishy cheeks...!
And a surge of ebullient excitement took him over and set his circuits (or...? Not really circuits?) singing. He hugged himself and spun with a little hip-waggling dance, stretched his arms out, took a roll out on the beach and rested on his back to kick one leg high in the air, toe pointed...
Goodness gracious, if he only had a mirror.
He's sure he looks handsome as all hell, though.
But as with many things? It never hurts to have an audience.
In his striding around with a brand-new level of bounce 'n swagger to his step to get his bearings, at some point, his hot-pink eye fixes on a passerby - and the lucky winner is...!
He snaps his fingers in the air before turning his hand, bent as if to beckon, and calls out, a blinding grin on his face.]
Excuuuuse me there, darling!
[And, if they stop, he'll take a couple of long, dance-like steps closer, pausing a moment to flick the hair out of his eyes.]
But would you mind feasting your eyes a moment?
[And with that? In a flash, he's thrust his arms his in the air, crossing the left behind the right, and, hip cocked, turned about forty-five degrees for a pose.
To his credit? He's not bad-looking, esp. for someone decked out in a manner akin to a still somewhat damp, sea-salt-scented 1980's pop-rocker. Sleek, standing a couple inches above six feet tall, and, well, rocking confidence.
But he's not just loving himself right now. He's a new shade of fascinated with himself, and it may just be palpable.]
B. A club in Bavan.
[It's not going to last, and Mettaton isn't one to let himself linger.
Today? He's been pushing all sense of having been cheated out of this perfect body aggressively to the side of his mind. He's going to live it up in his brand-new skin all he can, and this in particular has been a fun day - a financially irresponsible one, though he's still not used enough to the idea of being effectively broke here enough to give it much thought - one that's taken him to a dance floor, over and around which the music is a bit old-fashioned, but in a charming way! He can shake it to this.
And at some point, one at which it seems a magnet-pull has called a few people together to commence macking or simply showing off for each other? He'll swoop in on someone who seems to be solo here, brow raised in invitation and grin stretching from ear to ear.]
May I have this dance?
[He doth call most melodically.]
C. Manticore. Network.
[And it is here that the party ends. Or has ended, rather. His forearms and legs are growing in spotted fur, and a couple of flamingo-wings have come sprouting out of his back.
Don't get him wrong, they're very nice wings - and surely getting aerial transportation back can't be a bad thing - but, and maaaaybe this is partly attempt to minimize, but they're... not convenient.
And with that in mind? He makes a post to the network.]
< MTT >
GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!
I hope you're having an AMAZING day, one and all! Has it been mundane? Has it been wild? Whether it's any of the above or other, there are ever so many ways in which one CAN be amazed! So many flavors of fine! A whole wide world's worth of wonders which we walk, weird and !
Speaking of wonders! It occurs to me that I'm STILL not sure where the best clothing boutiques are for the winged among us!
Do you have any recommendations? If you do, then please, let's hear them!
Feel free to recommend any other hotspots on the peninsula that can't be ignored, as well! When Mettaton posts, let it be for the greater good-- which, if you ask moi, involves freedom for all to live the good life!!!
D. Wildcard.
[Have anything else in mind? Feel free to request a prompt or hit me with one of your own!]