[Well. Any dreams that may have been had the night before were either genuinely not bad or he's determined to act like they weren't; he's not up to the usual manic intensity but he seems to be doing well enough for the most part.
The laundry room actually does catch his attention, if only because that is a lot of tools and chemicals in there; he disappears downstairs, and when he does come back up it's only to tape up a sheet of paper with a header that's been made with entirely too much glitter and sparkles outside the door:
"SIGN-OUT SHEET, BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS CAREN WOULD HAVE INSISTED WE SHOULD PUT ONE UP!! ♥♥♥"
...Anyway. The creation of passive-aggressive but well-meaning signs aside, Mettaton can mostly be found on the third floor today; the game room normally isn't something he'd be too interested in, but Cherryblod is in there when he is and he'd promised him a game. After that, though...well, the music room is rather unsurprisingly where he'll be for most of the day.
He'll be up on the stage for a while - not doing anything for anyone in particular, just sort of pacing for a bit and getting a feel for the room; it's easy to call something up from the back of his mind, though, some sort of musical arrangement that only he can hear, and the result is...well, dancing, actually. His movements are surprisingly light (given that this is something entirely made of metal that we're talking about) but they're also weirdly aggressive - the sort of thing that's equal amounts flashy to watch and...probably easily used to kick the shit out of someone, with a bit of timing and creativity, and the whole thing is occasionally punctuated with the sort of posing usually reserved for someone having a stand battle, because damn if Alphys didn't make this body flexible as fuck.
...He's having a great time, is what we're saying here.
When things have wound down, though, and well after nighttime hits, he can be found back in there; there's a bit less energy to him this time around, but he's still seeming like he's looking for something to do. He hadn't lied when he said instruments weren't his strong suit, but anyone who's still up at unholy o'clock at night can find him at the piano, setting his hands down and repositioning them once in a while like he's trying to find something. His touch is light until he's worked out what he wants; what he ends up playing is simple, a lot of chords and repetition, but he doesn't seem to mind that it's not particularly flashy or anything. It's just...nice, for the time being?
...It's something to do with himself at night that isn't "aggressively paint his room", anyway.]
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The laundry room actually does catch his attention, if only because that is a lot of tools and chemicals in there; he disappears downstairs, and when he does come back up it's only to tape up a sheet of paper with a header that's been made with entirely too much glitter and sparkles outside the door:
"SIGN-OUT SHEET, BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS CAREN WOULD HAVE INSISTED WE SHOULD PUT ONE UP!! ♥♥♥"
...Anyway. The creation of passive-aggressive but well-meaning signs aside, Mettaton can mostly be found on the third floor today; the game room normally isn't something he'd be too interested in, but Cherryblod is in there when he is and he'd promised him a game. After that, though...well, the music room is rather unsurprisingly where he'll be for most of the day.
He'll be up on the stage for a while - not doing anything for anyone in particular, just sort of pacing for a bit and getting a feel for the room; it's easy to call something up from the back of his mind, though, some sort of musical arrangement that only he can hear, and the result is...well, dancing, actually. His movements are surprisingly light (given that this is something entirely made of metal that we're talking about) but they're also weirdly aggressive - the sort of thing that's equal amounts flashy to watch and...probably easily used to kick the shit out of someone, with a bit of timing and creativity, and the whole thing is occasionally punctuated with the sort of posing usually reserved for someone having a stand battle, because damn if Alphys didn't make this body flexible as fuck.
...He's having a great time, is what we're saying here.
When things have wound down, though, and well after nighttime hits, he can be found back in there; there's a bit less energy to him this time around, but he's still seeming like he's looking for something to do. He hadn't lied when he said instruments weren't his strong suit, but anyone who's still up at unholy o'clock at night can find him at the piano, setting his hands down and repositioning them once in a while like he's trying to find something. His touch is light until he's worked out what he wants; what he ends up playing is simple, a lot of chords and repetition, but he doesn't seem to mind that it's not particularly flashy or anything. It's just...nice, for the time being?
...It's something to do with himself at night that isn't "aggressively paint his room", anyway.]