[...Well, logical shitshow at the announcement aside, Mettaton seems to be taking this week's motive less oddly than he was last week's; he'll gauge the others' reaction to it, sure, but then he'll just sort of disappear upstairs for the day.
He's spending a lot of time in the art studio this afternoon; it's somewhere to be, and it looks like he's actually utilizing the kiln to make something today – though god only knows what, because from the look of it he's heating up nondescript bricks of clay to end up with...ceramic nondescript bricks (which is, to be fair, probably the exact sort of creativity failure that one would expect from a fucking robot, if the robot were anyone else). He seems pretty satisfied with them, though, and he's making a good amount of them from the look of it. At least he doesn't have to worry about burning himself on anything in there.
He'll have some paint out while he waits for his, uh, bricks to finish, though, and he'll be just kind of messing around on one of the canvases for a while; it's very obviously an idle thing, though, because holy shit absolutely no one is legitimately interested in painting that many Bob Ross-style happy little trees. No one does that because they genuinely want to. No one. But apparently that is what he's doing with himself this afternoon, because it's easy and he's bored and he's got to do something with himself while the kiln does its thing, and for all intents and purposes it seems somebody may have utterly broken the robot in the creativity department.
From early evening onward, though, he'll be fairly easy to find; he's spending a fair amount of time in Room 13 again, and from the look of it he's actually using the bed like a sane person instead of lying on the floor. So that's. Improvement? Probably? It seems like he's made a few changes to the décor since last week – the...whatever he did to that fabric-painted blanket is still there and set up with those stupid tuning forks, but otherwise the million goddamn happy trees have joined the bizarre flowers where they're propped up against the wall, along with another canvas with his signature on it, drawn out and glittered-up using the same method as the flowers.
He's also got a hugeass poster taped up on the wall above his bed; looks like the vending machine was nice to him recently.
Either way, he's alternating between just sort of listlessly looking up at those stars he's got painted on the ceiling, and texting determinedly again; things are going either really well or really poorly for him today; it's a little difficult to tell, all things considered.]
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He's spending a lot of time in the art studio this afternoon; it's somewhere to be, and it looks like he's actually utilizing the kiln to make something today – though god only knows what, because from the look of it he's heating up nondescript bricks of clay to end up with...ceramic nondescript bricks (which is, to be fair, probably the exact sort of creativity failure that one would expect from a fucking robot, if the robot were anyone else). He seems pretty satisfied with them, though, and he's making a good amount of them from the look of it. At least he doesn't have to worry about burning himself on anything in there.
He'll have some paint out while he waits for his, uh, bricks to finish, though, and he'll be just kind of messing around on one of the canvases for a while; it's very obviously an idle thing, though, because holy shit absolutely no one is legitimately interested in painting that many Bob Ross-style happy little trees. No one does that because they genuinely want to. No one. But apparently that is what he's doing with himself this afternoon, because it's easy and he's bored and he's got to do something with himself while the kiln does its thing, and for all intents and purposes it seems somebody may have utterly broken the robot in the creativity department.
From early evening onward, though, he'll be fairly easy to find; he's spending a fair amount of time in Room 13 again, and from the look of it he's actually using the bed like a sane person instead of lying on the floor. So that's. Improvement? Probably? It seems like he's made a few changes to the décor since last week – the...whatever he did to that fabric-painted blanket is still there and set up with those stupid tuning forks, but otherwise the million goddamn happy trees have joined the bizarre flowers where they're propped up against the wall, along with another canvas with his signature on it, drawn out and glittered-up using the same method as the flowers.
He's also got a hugeass poster taped up on the wall above his bed; looks like the vending machine was nice to him recently.
Either way, he's alternating between just sort of listlessly looking up at those stars he's got painted on the ceiling, and texting determinedly again; things are going either really well or really poorly for him today; it's a little difficult to tell, all things considered.]