Lemons are disgusting. Squishy, sour, awful. There's a question in its head, why do you even grow these things? He has the sense that if he just keeps eating them, he'll remember. blergh. But for now, the burst of sour in his jaws, the bite of the juice against his aching bones, does a good job of keeping him here, of keeping the fog out of his skull.
At least until the voice speaks up. The creature flinches visibly with shock - it hadn't heard the (stranger?) other monster approach at all. Its head whips round to glower at Mettaton, teeth bared, eyelights blazing...and then it hesitates.
It knows that face. It knows that voice. Except...you might be new here?
...it supposes that it is. The monster's expression breaks into something like a canine sort of grin, and it lets out several huffs of breath that are the closest it came come to a laugh.
Then, very deliberately, keeping its bright blue eyelights fixed on Mettaton the entire time, the creature leans its head up, takes a lemon carefully between its teeth, and bites down hard enough to send juice spraying.
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Date: 2016-03-30 08:08 pm (UTC)At least until the voice speaks up. The creature flinches visibly with shock - it hadn't heard the (stranger?) other monster approach at all. Its head whips round to glower at Mettaton, teeth bared, eyelights blazing...and then it hesitates.
It knows that face. It knows that voice. Except...you might be new here?
...it supposes that it is. The monster's expression breaks into something like a canine sort of grin, and it lets out several huffs of breath that are the closest it came come to a laugh.
Then, very deliberately, keeping its bright blue eyelights fixed on Mettaton the entire time, the creature leans its head up, takes a lemon carefully between its teeth, and bites down hard enough to send juice spraying.
"I'm hungry."