Aftermath

[mttbrandlegs]

Who: Mettaton mttbrandlegs and open
When: July 31st - August 2nd
Where: Various
What: Mettaton's found his way back onto the Moira, and after his stint as a murdersport slave, he's just trying to deal. He's so good at dealing with his problems. He'll be fine. He's not. He won't be fine.
Warnings: Possible mentions of: slavery, graphic violence, involuntary physical manipulation


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[braceforimpact]

"....I see."

If Kaworu is even a little bit aware of how hard he's testing Mettaton's self-control, it isn't externally obvious.

"So you substitute the attention of your fans for the frightening experience of exposing yourself to someone else. Do you fear rejection? Or are you afraid of the burdens others will place upon you if you open your heart?"

[mttbrandlegs]

Kaworu hit the nail on the head so hard that Mettaton is actually stricken speechless. Congratulations, asshole. You literally did the same thing he hit you with a mop handle for, and you did it so well that he has no words.

Mettaton goes through a range of expressions; shock, insult, sadness, guilt...and finally settles on anger. He's been doing that a lot, but this time it's not just anger at being ignored like earlier.

It's anger at Kaworu telling him the truth about himself, and how unfair it feels, while at the same time it was completely legitimate. He should feel bad!

"If this is the result of baring myself, then tell me. WHAT IS THE POINT?!"

He doesn't care how loud that was, not anymore than he cares how aggressive his stance had become.

"You need to leave before I do something we will both regret."

That is a threat. He doesn't care how damaged his body is. He doesn't give a good goddamn.

[braceforimpact]

Kaworu steps back, red eyes wide in bewilderment.

He has no idea what he did to engender such a virulent response. Humans are so fragile. They desperately seek the company of others, but their hearts are in such constant pain that they react to the slightest touch.

It's impossible.

But he didn't mean to--

Well. He knows when he's crossed a line. Usually not, actually, but Mettaton was pretty clear about it in this case.

He backs up another step or two, giving Mettaton a short look, then beats a (walking) retreat down an adjacent hall--stopping only once to ensure Mettaton isn't about to throw something else at him before he vanishes around the corner.

[mttbrandlegs]

That was the correct choice for this situation. For both of them, honestly. Mettaton was so aggravated he was beginning to overheat himself, and besides, he had no idea what sort of abilities Kaworu might have. Clearly he wasn't human or else he wouldn't behave like a psychopath who doesn't know when he's insulted someone.

Once the boy's out of his sight, Mettaton relaxes. He was angry, that's exactly how he started, but with Kaworu gone, that righteous fury switched to such paralyzing guilt that he just put his back to the wall, closed his eye and tilted his head up as if he could somehow drown out his emotional upset this way.

He doesn't move for a very long time, and if anyone crosses his path again, he will outright ignore them. He's done talking for the day.