[Mettaton will be a little scarce today until evening sets in, retreating back into Room 13 for a while once he's checked out the new floor and found none of it to his liking; he doesn't look like he's writing again, though he is kind of messing around with one of those sketchbooks again. Either way, the door is open, as always, and he doesn't mind the company. Again, sacred hospitality and all.
But he's not going to be in there forever; he had promised Yato that he would sparkle up the place, and it seems he's determined to do so, one room at a time; seeing as the music room is usually his thing, that's where he's going to be in the evening – if he's not ensuring the place is just about as covered in glitter and color as he can render it, he's at the piano again, practicing...god only knows what. He's getting better at it, anyway, if only because it's something to do with himself.
Outwardly, he's seeming a little better today; god only knows if that's consistent with whatever's going through his head, especially since Sunday is the morning when everyone wakes up after having had some bizarre dream or another. Either way, outside of the general decorating he's been doing in here (courtesy of the art room), one of the sections of wall seems largely out of place – he's left the concrete mostly bare, but there's a large symbol painted directly onto it.
Otherwise, though...well after nighttime hours he can be found in the shooting range on the fourth floor, though he doesn't seem interested in using the actual archery materials. Despite that, his current activity doesn't seem to be the sort of thing you want to startle him at – he's standing a good distance away from the targets with several of those palette knives from upstairs in his hands. Which would normally be fine, given that palette knives are usually not capable of doing much to anything that isn't canvas, seeing as they're not really sharpened at all – except when he sends one of them zinging across the room, it sinks into the target almost obscenely easily.
...Looks like he's been sharpening them. A lot.
That said, he doesn't seem satisfied with the hit – it wasn't bad, but he's still seeming sort of irritated. Probably because it's the first thing he's actually hit in a while, if the scrapemarks in the wall behind the setup are any indication.
He still has absolutely no depth perception, but damn if he isn't going to do something with himself.]
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But he's not going to be in there forever; he had promised Yato that he would sparkle up the place, and it seems he's determined to do so, one room at a time; seeing as the music room is usually his thing, that's where he's going to be in the evening – if he's not ensuring the place is just about as covered in glitter and color as he can render it, he's at the piano again, practicing...god only knows what. He's getting better at it, anyway, if only because it's something to do with himself.
Outwardly, he's seeming a little better today; god only knows if that's consistent with whatever's going through his head, especially since Sunday is the morning when everyone wakes up after having had some bizarre dream or another. Either way, outside of the general decorating he's been doing in here (courtesy of the art room), one of the sections of wall seems largely out of place – he's left the concrete mostly bare, but there's a large symbol painted directly onto it.
Otherwise, though...well after nighttime hours he can be found in the shooting range on the fourth floor, though he doesn't seem interested in using the actual archery materials. Despite that, his current activity doesn't seem to be the sort of thing you want to startle him at – he's standing a good distance away from the targets with several of those palette knives from upstairs in his hands. Which would normally be fine, given that palette knives are usually not capable of doing much to anything that isn't canvas, seeing as they're not really sharpened at all – except when he sends one of them zinging across the room, it sinks into the target almost obscenely easily.
...Looks like he's been sharpening them. A lot.
That said, he doesn't seem satisfied with the hit – it wasn't bad, but he's still seeming sort of irritated. Probably because it's the first thing he's actually hit in a while, if the scrapemarks in the wall behind the setup are any indication.
He still has absolutely no depth perception, but damn if he isn't going to do something with himself.]