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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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

At first J just stares with her mouth hanging open at the black box holding the two pieces of the mop. Well, she knew that some people were given robots for the chores few months ago by the Captains as rank privileges. But J didn't own one she still had a vague idea what they were supposed to look like -- and this wasn't quite it. Maybe this one was one of the earlier models?

But then the box spoke, addressing her in a way that was so personal and human-like that J dropped any thoughts of him being a chorebot. So, talking a black box with a broken mop. Sure, why not. This is hardly the weirdest thing she's seen around the ship. She can accept this.

After the moment of disbelief passes J closes her mouth and slowly gives the box a slow and clumsy nod as a sign of agreement to his statement of the mops -- feeling like a complete idiot. Luckily, she's saved by the player as the vinyl reaches it's end, casting a silence between them that only emphasises the awkwardness. Looking over her shoulder, J steps back inside her room and walks to the vinyl player and starts the track from the start.

[mttbrandlegs]

Of course, although they had just shared quite the awkward moment, Mettaton couldn't help but wheel in after J, because he certainly needs a distraction from himself, and all the uncomfortable thoughts he'd been left with. Those thoughts had brought about the unfortunate passing of his mop anyway, so clearly he wasn't coping well. He'd thought that just being an expressionless box would suit his purpose, and that he wouldn't feel the need to converse with anyone...

But it it was never that easy. The bot was a sociable creature, and although he hadn't gotten more than a nod, he's still going to be a busybody and see what J is up to.

Besides, the music was catchy. And is she really going to kick him out?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

J hears the wheel softly squeaking against the floor as the bot moves inside the room. She's not sure why the bot would even want to follow her -- didn't it have work to do or something in the hallways? -- but she still allowed it to come in, without even bothering to look at it over her shoulder or anything as her whole attention is directed at the vinyl player.

Once J's done with it a new song starts playing and she finally turns around to take a look at the bot behind her, raising a curious brow up as she examines it. Well, it's not the audience she's used to but it's still better than nothing. And it had not only addressed her just a moment ago but also called her 'sweetheart.' Sure, she can work with this.

So, when the intro part is over in the song J makes a quick spin, flashing the bot a flirty smile as she begins to dance.

[mttbrandlegs]

If Mettaton had a choice between busywork and watching J work...well, he'd take the second option. The curious look doesn't put him off, especially not when the young woman does her flirty twirl. Ooh, she's good! Well--she was already ace before he came in here.

But her showmanship is excellent, and although he can't really join her, his damaged grid manages to flash out a bright heart of appreciation.

"Oh my, having fun, are we~?" he hums. If he was in his other form, the flirt would sound less creepy, probably. Just...let him have this, J.