Oh my god, no wonder she's so timid about everything. It isn't that the poor girl isn't comfortable expressing herself; it's that she plain never does. She probably doesn't even know HOW!!
His grip tightens. He's staring her dead into her eyes.]
Being grateful to have something doesn't exclude it from criticism, darling, [he says, the biggest avoider of criticism in the known universe. Whatever. This is about expressing yourself!!]
Look at how small it is! You have a... [His eyes drift to the thing that got kicked off the couch earlier. Dog? Cat??? ...] long-haired golden retriever! This can't possibly be enough space for it. Or for your dancing! Lord, even attempting to dance in this space would end in bruises. [Not that he'd know. No skin and all.]
[ she bites down on her lip, glancing about nervously. while it is true she is not inclined to voice any complaints, neither is she the type to deny someone asking something so earnestly of her... curse her urge to be a people-pleaser...! ]
I... I suppose it would be nice to have a bit more sunlight...
[ there are only two windows in the entire space, after all, and due to their location, they don't often get a lot of sunlight during the day. ]
[ despite herself, she feels the corners of her lips begin to turn up... if only because he seems to get so happy over this, and olivia has always sort of defaulted to taking cue from those around her. ]
Um... S-Sometimes the audience can be quite rude...
[She's smiling! Oh, he knew this is what she needed!
He's excited now, gripping her hands a bit tighter as he bounces in his seat.]
They can be the worst! I ADORE my audience, don't get me wrong, but so many forget that this is free entertainment! We do this out of the goodness of our hearts! To make people smile!! To make them forget their real pain! And some of them have the gall to complain that it isn't ENOUGH! Or they take it for granted! Worst of all, some even complain that you're dancing for them in the FIRST PLACE!!!
[World-weary sigh. Mettaton finally releases her hands, swooning back into the couch's cousins. Oh, Olivia... How naive.]
You should know why better than anyone, sweetheart. Why are you wasting your time dancing when you could be fighting?! I don't want to hear you singing, we need someone to stand guard!! You spend all this time and effort in making obnoxious little shows when you could be out there doing something IMPORTANT!!
[He closes his eyes and clasps his hands against his chest.]
No one appreciates an artist. It's so much harder being us than people really know.
[ olivia is startled by how accurately mettaton hits the nail on the head with that... only in olivia's case, the words are only ever said in her own voice.
she lingers by the kitchenette, staring down at the steadily cooling mug of tea she'd long since prepared for herself. ]
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(i mean apart from themselves heyooo) ]
Um... no? [ she glances away a little nervously, starting to feel self-conscious about it. ] I-Is that weird...
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Oh my god, no wonder she's so timid about everything. It isn't that the poor girl isn't comfortable expressing herself; it's that she plain never does. She probably doesn't even know HOW!!
His grip tightens. He's staring her dead into her eyes.]
What do you hate about this apartment? Right now.
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H-Hate about it?
[ hate is such a strong word, mettaton... ]
Nothing...! It's a lovely space. Vaughn and I are very fortunate it was available.
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Look at how small it is! You have a... [His eyes drift to the thing that got kicked off the couch earlier. Dog? Cat??? ...] long-haired golden retriever! This can't possibly be enough space for it. Or for your dancing! Lord, even attempting to dance in this space would end in bruises. [Not that he'd know. No skin and all.]
There has to be something that irritates you.
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I... I suppose it would be nice to have a bit more sunlight...
[ there are only two windows in the entire space, after all, and due to their location, they don't often get a lot of sunlight during the day. ]
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Sigh. Mettaton's such a wonderful friend...]
Think of how beautiful this room would be with a little more light filtering through those windows. The FLOWERS you could grow...!
[Oh!] What about working in the public? Quickly, now.
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Um... S-Sometimes the audience can be quite rude...
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He's excited now, gripping her hands a bit tighter as he bounces in his seat.]
They can be the worst! I ADORE my audience, don't get me wrong, but so many forget that this is free entertainment! We do this out of the goodness of our hearts! To make people smile!! To make them forget their real pain! And some of them have the gall to complain that it isn't ENOUGH! Or they take it for granted! Worst of all, some even complain that you're dancing for them in the FIRST PLACE!!!
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But — why would anyone ever complain about dancing...
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You should know why better than anyone, sweetheart. Why are you wasting your time dancing when you could be fighting?! I don't want to hear you singing, we need someone to stand guard!! You spend all this time and effort in making obnoxious little shows when you could be out there doing something IMPORTANT!!
[He closes his eyes and clasps his hands against his chest.]
No one appreciates an artist. It's so much harder being us than people really know.
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she lingers by the kitchenette, staring down at the steadily cooling mug of tea she'd long since prepared for herself. ]
It... can get quite debilitating, can't it...