[It seems plenty of people are frustrated, after all of that; understandably so, maybe. Mettaton isn't really an exception, though he isn't particularly interested in acting out on it in front of everyone - that'd be boring and predictable, the celebrity throwing a primadonna fit for some stupid reason that might have something to do with relationship drama but probably just has to do with him being spoiled or something, and in general he's not just in the mood for being around people too much tonight.
He'll make his way up to the chapel at first, because it's reasonably quiet there and it reminds him of the Ruins in some way he doesn't understand and it's just...good to be there, and besides that it's close enough to the rest of the goings-on that he can join them if he decides he wants to. It's incredibly likely that he won't, but...the option is open, he supposes, and for the time being the setup with the portraits that Bruce has going on is nice besides.
But eventually he'll find himself back in Room 13; the door is open as always (though he considers closing it, just because he's bitter and agitated and sacred hospitality got Megumi killed by someone who offers that sort of things to others and really, there's a fucking irony), though he's going to be distracted for a while. He's got entirely too many ceramic bricks and armored heels, and there's something nice about the repetitive motion of tossing one of them into the air, kicking it, and watching it shatter against the wall. Unlike the knife-throwing, this is a weirdly practiced motion, though he can't really work out why; it's just something that feels right so he's going to do it until either he no longer feels like it or runs out of things to break.
It'll give him some sort of idea eventually that he'll probably act on later, when he's not feeling so agitated; for now, though, once he's done with that he'll just kind of flop back onto his bed, reaching up one-handed and mentally connecting dots, making patterns with those stars he's painted on his ceiling.
Maybe one of these weeks things won't suck. Maybe. But damn, this week is not that week.]
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He'll make his way up to the chapel at first, because it's reasonably quiet there and it reminds him of the Ruins in some way he doesn't understand and it's just...good to be there, and besides that it's close enough to the rest of the goings-on that he can join them if he decides he wants to. It's incredibly likely that he won't, but...the option is open, he supposes, and for the time being the setup with the portraits that Bruce has going on is nice besides.
But eventually he'll find himself back in Room 13; the door is open as always (though he considers closing it, just because he's bitter and agitated and sacred hospitality got Megumi killed by someone who offers that sort of things to others and really, there's a fucking irony), though he's going to be distracted for a while. He's got entirely too many ceramic bricks and armored heels, and there's something nice about the repetitive motion of tossing one of them into the air, kicking it, and watching it shatter against the wall. Unlike the knife-throwing, this is a weirdly practiced motion, though he can't really work out why; it's just something that feels right so he's going to do it until either he no longer feels like it or runs out of things to break.
It'll give him some sort of idea eventually that he'll probably act on later, when he's not feeling so agitated; for now, though, once he's done with that he'll just kind of flop back onto his bed, reaching up one-handed and mentally connecting dots, making patterns with those stars he's painted on his ceiling.
Maybe one of these weeks things won't suck. Maybe. But damn, this week is not that week.]