it's hard to explain because i don't entirely understand it myself. not really. but
sometimes, when we're talking about something he does know about me--one of the awful things--when we're talking about that, and he looks at me, and i can tell he knows, and i'm ready for it to hurt, and for him to leave
but instead he just looks at me and i can tell he still cares, and despite all of that, or even because of it, he likes me, and he doesn't leave
[On the other end of the line, Giorno's brow knits. Someone . . . hurt Mettaton? On purpose? Well, no, it doesn't sound like it was on purpose. Exactly. Just . . . selfish.]
[He frowns sharply and tries to focus objectively.]
one of the things is
fugo and i, i know it doesn't seem like it. but we're very similar. so sometimes--most of the time, i think it's easier for him to understand me than it is for most people to understand another person. but sometimes it doesn't work like that. sometimes
there's a girl at home who i didn't understand for a long while. because she was too much like me in a different way. so she did things that i thought meant something other than what they did. we just didn't understand each other, not until in the end it all clicked. and now she's probably my best friend.
it might not be that kind of thing now. but it might be.
[. . .]
i'm sorry he did the wrong thing, though that's awful and i sort of want to know who he is so i can teach him a lesson
Mettaton's back to briefly rubbing at his face before taking the stolen glasses out of his storage. They're big and round, featureless like ghost eyes.
He spins them around on his finger.]
Oh, no. He already feels guilty about it. I made sure of that. [Pointedly. And at length.]
I'm glad you and Fugo have each other.
[At least there's that...]
Like I said, sweetheart. I'll keep thinking about it. Not much else here to do, huh?
[It's a very crisp and concise statement. He's usually wordy, but not over this. He is Truth coming out of her well to shame mankind. Don't fuck with his clique.]
i guess not
i'm glad you talked to me though i like you and i think you deserve to be happy so if i can help or just listen, i want to
[Bruno would want that, too, he thinks. Bruno would be just as exasperated by Mettaton as anyone, but at the same time . . . Giorno's pretty sure he would feel for him, too.]
do you want me to bring you something pretty later? or do you want to be alone
[This is not true. Giorno will get Mettaton something incredibly thoughtful. This is his secret power: he watches people, and he studies them, and that way when he needs to apply pressure, for positive or negative purposes, he knows exactly what to use.]
[Mettaton is fascinated with life. He'll make flowers. He'll tell Mettaton what each of them means, every piece of the endless bottomless bouquet he can make if he wants to, the ones that mean love and the ones that mean hate and the ones that mean a thousand little complicated and passive-aggressive things. He'll explain how, once upon a time, everyone was expected to keep their emotions so terribly buttoned-up that the only way to explain them was through the silent and delicate petals of voiceless plants.]
[They'll laugh at the Victorian era together. And then Giorno will pick out the flowers that mean beauty and strength, and those will be for Mettaton, because of course they will. Nothing else is good enough.]
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it's hard to explain because i don't entirely understand it myself. not really. but
sometimes, when we're talking about something he does know about me--one of the awful things--when we're talking about that, and he looks at me, and i can tell he knows, and i'm ready for it to hurt, and for him to leave
but instead he just looks at me and i can tell he still cares, and despite all of that, or even because of it, he likes me, and he doesn't leave
that's
what makes it worth it
to me
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This person. I tried to tell him something about myself. Something I don't really talk about with anyone.
He ignored it. He actually did the opposite of what would have helped in that situation.
He's... kind of apologized for it. But I don't think I can trust him with anything deeper if I know that's his instinctual response.
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[He frowns sharply and tries to focus objectively.]
one of the things is
fugo and i, i know it doesn't seem like it. but we're very similar. so sometimes--most of the time, i think it's easier for him to understand me than it is for most people to understand another person. but sometimes it doesn't work like that. sometimes
there's a girl at home who i didn't understand for a long while. because she was too much like me in a different way. so she did things that i thought meant something other than what they did. we just didn't understand each other, not until in the end it all clicked. and now she's probably my best friend.
it might not be that kind of thing now. but it might be.
[. . .]
i'm sorry he did the wrong thing, though
that's awful and i sort of want to know who he is so i can teach him a lesson
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Mettaton's back to briefly rubbing at his face before taking the stolen glasses out of his storage. They're big and round, featureless like ghost eyes.
He spins them around on his finger.]
Oh, no. He already feels guilty about it. I made sure of that. [Pointedly. And at length.]
I'm glad you and Fugo have each other.
[At least there's that...]
Like I said, sweetheart. I'll keep thinking about it. Not much else here to do, huh?
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[It's a very crisp and concise statement. He's usually wordy, but not over this. He is Truth coming out of her well to shame mankind. Don't fuck with his clique.]
i guess not
i'm glad you talked to me though
i like you and i think you deserve to be happy so if i can help or just listen, i want to
[Bruno would want that, too, he thinks. Bruno would be just as exasperated by Mettaton as anyone, but at the same time . . . Giorno's pretty sure he would feel for him, too.]
do you want me to bring you something pretty later? or do you want to be alone
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[He's joking again. It's always easier, in a way, to slip back to his more charming stage-persona. He's been doing it almost all his life.
...so. This was nice. Talking to someone who doesn't judge him when the mask drops. Someone who's wearing the exact same mask themselves.
He really does need to get Giorno something. Another time, he'll need to ask for his birthday. That'll really be a celebration.]
But you know I can't turn down a gift. Whenever you want to see me, sunshine, I'll be here.
And Gigi?
Thank you.
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[This is not true. Giorno will get Mettaton something incredibly thoughtful. This is his secret power: he watches people, and he studies them, and that way when he needs to apply pressure, for positive or negative purposes, he knows exactly what to use.]
[Mettaton is fascinated with life. He'll make flowers. He'll tell Mettaton what each of them means, every piece of the endless bottomless bouquet he can make if he wants to, the ones that mean love and the ones that mean hate and the ones that mean a thousand little complicated and passive-aggressive things. He'll explain how, once upon a time, everyone was expected to keep their emotions so terribly buttoned-up that the only way to explain them was through the silent and delicate petals of voiceless plants.]
[They'll laugh at the Victorian era together. And then Giorno will pick out the flowers that mean beauty and strength, and those will be for Mettaton, because of course they will. Nothing else is good enough.]
you're welcome (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。 always welcome