[So. It seems our weekends are just absolutely destined to suck from here on out; maybe he'll go back to determinedly smashing things later in the week, but for now Mettaton is still kind of in the general state of NOT FEELING UP TO IT RIGHT NOW SORRY and as such he's going to be very determinedly in the music room early today, starting at stupid o'clock at night and running well into morning. There's not much point in letting himself get out of practice, anyway, though he keeps coming back to fairly familiar things the longer he stays here.
If you end up with that absolute bastardization of Korobeiniki in your head for the rest of the day, I am so sorry. (Mettaton isn't, but still.)
Otherwise, he can be found in the dining hall later on, though as usual he's not eating anything; instead, he's standing balanced with one of his legs braced up on a table, one of those toolkits from storage out on said table next to him. Looks like he's fucking around with both one of the screwdrivers and his damn ankle – it's not like anything is broken, but minor repairs are probably a good idea given that he's been doing nothing but DDR and running up and down like five flights of stairs for the past several days and it's not like he's got Alphys here to fix things for him if he utterly fucks something up.
...He's also doing this out in the open because if he does manage to utterly fuck something up, it's probably for the best that he does it somewhere he's easily found and not, like, locked in his room or something. So. Minor robot surgery out in the open it is.
He's not in nearly as bad a mood as he was during the afterparty, but he's still in varying stages of shitshow throughout the day; it's a bit hard to tell whether it's because of Misa or...whatever happened in his head last night, but it doesn't really matter as far as he's concerned – after all, the result is going to be the same either way.
He'll be in Room 13 again eventually, though; he'll have the door open, despite the fact that he's on the bed again, either texting furiously again or just kind of...staring blankly at the several inches of dead space in front of his face. He's okay, generally, just kind of listless; normally he'd be trying to deal with it by lying on the floor, but apparently that's alarming and so he'll refrain for now.]
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If you end up with that absolute bastardization of Korobeiniki in your head for the rest of the day, I am so sorry. (Mettaton isn't, but still.)
Otherwise, he can be found in the dining hall later on, though as usual he's not eating anything; instead, he's standing balanced with one of his legs braced up on a table, one of those toolkits from storage out on said table next to him. Looks like he's fucking around with both one of the screwdrivers and his damn ankle – it's not like anything is broken, but minor repairs are probably a good idea given that he's been doing nothing but DDR and running up and down like five flights of stairs for the past several days and it's not like he's got Alphys here to fix things for him if he utterly fucks something up.
...He's also doing this out in the open because if he does manage to utterly fuck something up, it's probably for the best that he does it somewhere he's easily found and not, like, locked in his room or something. So. Minor robot surgery out in the open it is.
He's not in nearly as bad a mood as he was during the afterparty, but he's still in varying stages of shitshow throughout the day; it's a bit hard to tell whether it's because of Misa or...whatever happened in his head last night, but it doesn't really matter as far as he's concerned – after all, the result is going to be the same either way.
He'll be in Room 13 again eventually, though; he'll have the door open, despite the fact that he's on the bed again, either texting furiously again or just kind of...staring blankly at the several inches of dead space in front of his face. He's okay, generally, just kind of listless; normally he'd be trying to deal with it by lying on the floor, but apparently that's alarming and so he'll refrain for now.]