"Such intimate gestures, I think, would be better when given by someone with which a person has a personal connection." Spoken with good humor, he quickly follows up with nearly conspiratorial cheekiness, head dipping as he poises a hand before his mouth. "So I take it that you've indulged in this little pleasure with our dear friend? If not, you really should!"
He can already imagine said friend's expression at a surprise insistence. His only regret in this, perhaps, is that he might not be able to witness it first-hand. Then again, his new friend does seem to be rather bold in nature... Perhaps, in that case, he will have such a chance.
This uncertainty, of course, diminishes his amusement not one slightest bit, for Hythlodaeus has a healthy imagination when it comes to matters such as these, and he knows his friend well enough, he is sure, that he can surmise precisely how he would react were the gesture to be sought for in view of the public.
Oh, and Mettaton is more than willing to complete that mental image for his tall friend, righting his posture into something as tall and elegant as the lean of his ears. So refined for discussing things like Being Pet. The only uncertainty that should remain at this point is the actual picture of Hades performing the action, rather than the question of if he does it at all.
"Why, of course I have! Or should I say, we have. Hahaha... He's one of the very few and lucky," he says, running a hand over one of those long silver ears. It bends under his touch, only to spring back up. "He wouldn't decline me. And besides. He's fond of my ears... I know it. My fur's very soft. Can he be blamed?"
What an honor, to be able to touch his ears. Or be smacked by them on accident, or demanded to pay appropriate affection to him. Puca...
I have rescued a baby rabbit before and can confirm; it is the softest
"Surely not!" the tall Amaurotine responds with enthusiasm, wholeheartedly supportive of the notion. His old friend can use a bit of extra contact, in his humble opinion. Petting something, and especially someone, seems like just the sort of thing he needs. "You return the favor, I trust?"
Though there are alternative interpretations of the context in which the word we had been introduced into the conversation, Hythlodaeus is one inclined towards encouraging and appreciating gestures of a mutual nature, something that would likely not come as a surprise to anyone familiar with the culture of his home.
And fortunately yet again, Mettaton is not flustered by this notion. It would be difficult to fluster the robot, and since transforming into a Puca, he's grown even less disinclined toward sharing more amorous details of his life. He still makes a bit of a stupid grin, framing his chin with a thumb and finger while he glances away.
"Of course... Yet again. He has his ways of telling me he wants attention." A pause. "I catch him lazing about often, and I take advantage of him so prone. His hair's nice. ... You organic beings are surprisingly soft."
"Such is the nature that comes with having an endoskeleton," he replies cheerily. "The hard framework that supports our bodies exists within, rather than without, and so the softness of our form remains accessible."
It feels as though he's giving a basic lesson on anatomy. How amusing. He hadn't anticipated on providing a lecture today, and yet here he is.
"There are concepts for which the reverse is true as well, organic though they may be..." A hard outside and a soft inside, that is. Insects, primarily. Yet that may be a little too far from their current topic to go straying into.
"...yet I suspect that petting them would not nearly be so enjoyable."
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He can already imagine said friend's expression at a surprise insistence. His only regret in this, perhaps, is that he might not be able to witness it first-hand. Then again, his new friend does seem to be rather bold in nature... Perhaps, in that case, he will have such a chance.
This uncertainty, of course, diminishes his amusement not one slightest bit, for Hythlodaeus has a healthy imagination when it comes to matters such as these, and he knows his friend well enough, he is sure, that he can surmise precisely how he would react were the gesture to be sought for in view of the public.
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"Why, of course I have! Or should I say, we have. Hahaha... He's one of the very few and lucky," he says, running a hand over one of those long silver ears. It bends under his touch, only to spring back up. "He wouldn't decline me. And besides. He's fond of my ears... I know it. My fur's very soft. Can he be blamed?"
What an honor, to be able to touch his ears. Or be smacked by them on accident, or demanded to pay appropriate affection to him. Puca...
I have rescued a baby rabbit before and can confirm; it is the softest
Though there are alternative interpretations of the context in which the word we had been introduced into the conversation, Hythlodaeus is one inclined towards encouraging and appreciating gestures of a mutual nature, something that would likely not come as a surprise to anyone familiar with the culture of his home.
https://youtu.be/nQmgkpAFtJQ this softness...
"Of course... Yet again. He has his ways of telling me he wants attention." A pause. "I catch him lazing about often, and I take advantage of him so prone. His hair's nice. ... You organic beings are surprisingly soft."
Many things would feel softer than metal.
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It feels as though he's giving a basic lesson on anatomy. How amusing. He hadn't anticipated on providing a lecture today, and yet here he is.
"There are concepts for which the reverse is true as well, organic though they may be..." A hard outside and a soft inside, that is. Insects, primarily. Yet that may be a little too far from their current topic to go straying into.
"...yet I suspect that petting them would not nearly be so enjoyable."