[Groaning some more against the doorway, Mettaton doesn't protest Basil's departure. Nor does he have much of a chance to soak in his surroundings, the chill working its... magic?? through his entire robotic body. Who needs a nervous system with magical ice sculptures like these??
He barely even perceives Basil's return, but as soon as he has a blanket draped over his figure, he reflexively grips its corners to swaddle himself the way someone might if they understood the insulation a blanket might promise. His screen remains dim, and Mettaton even withdraws that single pole he rocks upon in order to sit statically upon Basil's floor. ...Half-way blocking the front door, apparently. It's fine.]
... AH... A BLANKET. [...He couldn't really perceive warmth or cold. Why was this happening? The gesture itself, though... He sighs.] YES... IN TIME, I I-IMAGINE THIS WILL HELP. THOUGH... COULD YOU CHECK, DARLING? AM I PRODUCING ANY HEAT, OR DO I STILL FEEL POSITIVELY FRIGID TO THE TOUCH?
[Answer: he feels like a metal surface in the ambient temperature of Freezing.]
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He barely even perceives Basil's return, but as soon as he has a blanket draped over his figure, he reflexively grips its corners to swaddle himself the way someone might if they understood the insulation a blanket might promise. His screen remains dim, and Mettaton even withdraws that single pole he rocks upon in order to sit statically upon Basil's floor. ...Half-way blocking the front door, apparently. It's fine.]
... AH... A BLANKET. [...He couldn't really perceive warmth or cold. Why was this happening? The gesture itself, though... He sighs.] YES... IN TIME, I I-IMAGINE THIS WILL HELP. THOUGH... COULD YOU CHECK, DARLING? AM I PRODUCING ANY HEAT, OR DO I STILL FEEL POSITIVELY FRIGID TO THE TOUCH?
[Answer: he feels like a metal surface in the ambient temperature of Freezing.]