trusthell | that's not what we usually mean by 'dance with death'

that's not what we usually mean by 'dance with death'

[That certainly did happen. Cherryblod's not the type of person who will judge one person's value as being more than another's, so he can't say whether it was better or worse than the first week. It came as less of a shock, maybe, but even so...

It's not the kind of thing people usually want to go through alone.

So, after he spends some time in the kitchen preparing (with assistance from Bruce), he'll slip some personalized notes under everyone's doors.]

[Name],
If you'd prefer to spend this time alone, that's fine.
If you'd prefer not to, I've made some food and set it out in the dining hall.
Even if you're just hungry and would rather not talk, feel free to come take some.
But if you'd like the company, we're here for you.
-Cherryblod

[Those arriving in the dining hall will find an assortment of food - a fair number of sandwiches and other, actual meal-like options since most people missed a meal or two, but also a goodly number of desserts. There's tea, as well as coffee for those who favor it.]

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...Monsters and humans with malicious intent don't tend to play nicely.

[He's quiet for a moment before he just...tries to shake it off, because damn.]

It's nothing to worry about here, anyway. But we'd already been dealing with utterly smashing one soul today, and...well.

[You get the idea.]

[Yeah, she gets the idea. Sigrun's gonna get up to go to her trunk, shifting through some of the various items there for something in particular.]

Got it. Wish I'd known that, I wouldn't have offered in the first place.

[Because, as brash and bold and a mistake as Sigrun can be pretty much all the time, she won't force things onto people who don't want them or can't handle them -- and that includes sights and experiences. Instead, she'll find someway to make it more manageable, but in this case she really wouldn't have offered. No way to get past bludgeoning a tail.]

I mean, I shouldn't have in the first place, but the idea kind of came to mind to at least threaten her with it when I remembered I had it nearby. Seemed like a good idea to offer at least, even if I knew it wouldn't be popular, but... Yeah.

Normally I wouldn't have minded, you know that.

[See: abovementioned BUT MURDER AND PAIN SOLVES EVERYTHING, INCLUDING PROBLEMS WE DIDN'T KNOW WE HAD.]

And besides, it's not like I'm interested in telling everyone about my dreams to begin with. Obviously.

Yeah, but we're friends, you can totally come to me about this kinda stuff. I mean, I'm a leader person too, so if you can't come to me then who can you come to about it?

[-- Ah, here it is, the cloth covered thing she was looking for. Sigrun plops back down beside Mettaton and sets it into his lap.]

That is unrelated, but I thought you'd like it. I keep forgetting to take it with me since it's fragile.

["That" being a water flute she got from the vending machine some time ago.]

Ohhh - that's precious, darling! I appreciate it.

[...You know, Sigrun, this is both really adorable and kind of irritating him because now he has to figure out what to give you next time he sees you, because this is apparently just going to be how this works.

And like hell if he's addressing that first part because a w k w a r d.]

[she is going to aggressively friend you]

Well, I've got no use for it and I couldn't figure out how it worked until I tried cleaning it... but when you put water in it and blow it makes a sound. Kind of reminded me about what you said about the place you grew up.

[...]

So are you this adorable in everyone's direction behind closed doors? I'd like to think I'm special - and I'm going to be regardless - but you never know.

You are the person I think of first when it comes to giving gifts, but there's nothing special about it. I'm just unloading anything I don't need on you.

[There is no time for romance.]

[No, he agrees entirely on the romance front, which is why he's not taking it that way in the least.]

That doesn't make it any less adorable, sweetheart. It was a valiant attempt! But still cute.

[He wouldn't anyway let's be real.]

I haven't been called cute or adorable since I was a kid, Mettaton. It's weird. Just say thanks and get over it.

My apologies for everyone's taste, then.

[Chill, Sigrun, he does this to everyone.]

You're so weird. Is this part of your entertainer thing or were you built this way?

Does it matter? Whatever it is, it leaves an impression, and that's what's important.

If it's built into you, we can take it out.

[... It's a joke, but honestly she's gonna turn the dial on his chest anyway.]

Is it this?

Oh. My god.

[JESUS CHRIST well that didn't quite have the intended effect, most likely, given that his voice has now dropped by approximately an octave and is suddenly like

really sultry?

like holy shit who unleashed barry white in here]

Why did you think that was a good idea-

[thaaaaaaat

is highly uncomfortable, she is turning it another way to get rid of that--]

Can. You. Not.

[dear god the other way is not any better in terms of hugely uncanny shit

like 'teenaged girl at a one direction concert' levels of high-pitched is not his idea of a good time

but at least after that he's going to have the common sense to back up a bit

god he's going to be fucking with this thing for the next eternity trying to fix that, thanks]

[Okay that one was hilarious, she's laughing at him for that.]

I can't believe it! You have such an obvious weakness! It's right there!

Most people don't get close enough to touch me - at least not for any length of time.

[GOD THIS SOUNDS WEIRD AS HELL so much fluctuation holy shit- ]

And you let me! You're such a fool!

[caaaackling, but honestly she's touched. She'll help him find his voice again if he lets her, grinning widely.]

Come on, you're just making it worse since it's upside down to you. I'll fix my own mistakes. Promise.

More like you're the luckiest person in the world. Get over here, then.

[Whyyyyyyy.]

[Don't mind if she does.]

Just keep talking until I've hit your sweet spot. Got any other interesting stories to tell?

...You know, if you're going to insist that we're friends and I can tell you absolutely anything, then I trust you to not spread around the fact that...well, not really?

[He kind of laughs a bit when he says it, though the sound is a bit dry.]

Like I said, I grew up in Waterfall, which is pretty but the exact opposite of interesting. I was raised by my cousins on a snail farm, for crying out loud.

Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of plotlines and how to create entertainment for people. But if you're looking for actual stories like yours...you've actually got me beat in that department, darling.

[...You know, somehow he doubts anyone will believe you even if you tell them that, but still.]

[A... snail farm... Sigrun's pleased that she's got him beat in the stories section though.]

So you're a total snore, huh? I guess not everyone can have the same amazingly interesting life I've lived. And it's pretty amazing.

Why snails? And what're your cousins like? It's weird to hear you talk about family. Are they robots too?

[At least she's getting to hear him talk while she fluctuates his voice in the rightish positions.]

Well, why not snails?

[He asks, like that is an explanation in and of itself.]

My cousins...they're all disasters, to be honest. Though most of them left the farm in Waterfall, because they actually decided they wanted to do something with their lives. One of them is still there, though. I was pretty close to them when we were growing up, but not anymore - I haven't spoken to them in ages.

[...Mettaton, that answered, like, nothing.]

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