HOT BOT DATE

[23:34]*Dycedarg Beoulve is sitting in his office, taking a moment to relax after a long night of arguing with stockholders, budget meetings, and at some point strangling one of his accountants for who even knows what reason. Now is just the time to lean back in his chair and take fifteen minutes to just enjoy a glass of brandy and a cigar. Ahhh...relaxation
[23:36]*Official MTT EX swears he heard someone is having a relaxing day! NOT ON HIS WATCH!! In a place that is not a bar or someone's apartment but is instead the CEO office for NSM, a very flamboyant robot throws open the door like it's HIS office(it isn't) and performs a very practiced runway strut- one foot precisely in front of the other, hips swinging, shoulders aligned- right up to the desk like he owns it (he doesn't). And with one look to the bearded man behind the desk, he twirls, before draping himself backwards across the desk.

His back arches upward, one leg arching down towards the floor, the other bent with the knee in the air and heel hooked onto the edge of the desk. One arm spreads across the surface, probably shoving some papers and pens and things to the floor, his head dangling off the edge closest to Dycedarg, his other hand buried in the fringe in front of the right side of his face.

In a mechanical voice that practically purrs, he simply coos, "Dycedarg Sweetie~..."
[23:42]*Dycedarg Beoulve and right on schedule. With a slightly irritated sigh, he puts his cigar out in the glass of brandy and just chucks the whole thing into a potted plant. Mettaton simply puts him in a mood. "That's 'Mr. Beoulve' Mettaton. Now what is so important that you had to burst in here?" He doesn't even react to the robot touching his face, but he does look out the door and shout out to his secretary, who had apparently failed to even slow this damn machine /down/ let alone stop him, "Milton? You're fired!"
[23:44]*Official MTT EX absolutely giggles, kicking one leg up into the air. "*Dycie* Darling..." He says in the most sickeningly melty tone he can muster, just to rub it in Dycedarg's face. "Don't bother firing the boy, you KNOW you'll be hiring him back in a few hours."
[23:51]*Dycedarg Beoulve inhales, holds for five seconds, exhales. Stay calm. "It's good to make the little ingrate feel something like anxiety for a little while, maybe it will motivate him to do something resembling his job. Now, Mettaton." He leans in a little further. "You wanted something from me, yes? Or are you here to see if your robot body can drink brandy."
[23:54]*Official MTT EX rolls over onto his belly, knocking a few more things onto the ground, both legs bent with heels pointed ceiling-ward, ankles crossed. Elbows on the surface of the desk, he laces his fingers together and rests his chin on them. "Weeeell~, I was wondering~..." He is really taking his sweet fucking time spitting this out. "I had a few more ideas for merchandise, since the current stock is selling SO well, soooo~..."
[23:59]*Dycedarg Beoulve sighs. "We have meetings for this sort of thing, you know. You don't have to come skipping to my office every time inspiration strikes for some new bit of merchandise to plaster your face all over." Dycedarg pours himself another glass of brandy and, after momentarily contemplating pouring it all over Mettaton's beautifully-crafted head, instead takes a small sip. "But since you're here, I might as well hear you out. What did you have in mind?"
[0:05]*Official MTT EX would probably enjoy that, Dycedarg, don't fuckin' test the sexy robot. He moves about again, knocking yet MORE things over and somehow THANKFULLY not breaking anything. This time, he's seated on the edge of the desk, very close to Dycedarg, back arched and shapely legs crossed at the knees. One arm supports him against the desk, while the other sits poised on his knee. "Oh, Dycie, Darling... You know I can't just talk about those things here, or in some silly little board meeting!" He knows that's not true, and that doing those things is absolutely what he is supposed to do. "I was hoping to maybe... discuss it over dinner~?"
[0:35]*Dycedarg Beoulve changes his mind and just pours the glass of brandy all over Mettaton's face. "I'd be more than happy to take you to dinner if I could count on you to actually behave, instead of stroking my beard or taking my tie between your teeth or something equally seductive in a very public place."
[0:38]*Official MTT EX just laughs airily as the brandy is poured over his head, soaking his synthetic hair, and he even has the gall to stick out his tongue from the corner of his mouth to try and catch some of it, a single fang visible. "Oh Darling~! You say that like you don't ADORE the attention." He purrs. He leans back, lifting one of his legs to slide the side of his boot up Dycedarg's arm. "Doesn't it just make you feel special~?"
[0:47]*Dycedarg Beoulve gingerly pushes Mettaton's leg aside with a slight grin. "As if you don't lavish this sort of attention on half the people you meet. Honestly, how many times have I seen your fans faint on the spot after some of the things you've done as a greeting?"
[0:49]*Official MTT EX puts that leg away... and brings out the other leg!! Which he uses to gently nudge the toe of his boot against Dycedarg's cheek. "Oh, but Sweetums..." He says, before lowering his voice to a much more sultry level, and pinning the flat of his boot and heel against Dycedarg's chair, right beside his face. "I WANT to just pay attention to YOU at dinner."
[0:49]Official MTT EX: (( HE WANTS TO GO ON A DATE WITH YOU DYCEDARG ))
[0:50]Official MTT EX: (( YOU USELESS BEARDED FUCK ))
[1:05]*Dycedarg Beoulve leans in to whisper into Mettaton's ear. "I would love that, my sexy metal friend. But later. Right now, I want you out of my office. I'll be by to see you later." With that, he stands and gestures to the door. Time to get to wherever it is you go, sexy robot.
[1:09]*Official MTT EX parts his lips in a gentle gasp when Dycedarg leans close to whisper to him!... Until his is disappointed, and he whines theatrically, an exaggerated pout with his lower lip stuck out and everything. He bats his eyelashes at Dycedarg for a few moments, before turning his pelvis around on the man's desk, kicking his legs up and over to the other side, though his torso and head remain facing Dycedarg a moment longer.

"Well, I DO need to clean up and get myself all gussied up first..." He coos, before finally standing and straightening up, hands on his hips. "I DO expect to hear back from you soon, I will be UTTERly disappointed if me and you and dinner isn't a reality tonight..."

And with that said, Mettaton flips his wet hair- flicking brandy about the room slightly- and turns to strut out the door, swinging his hips as he goes, partially out of personal flair, and partially for Dyce's viewing pleasure.
[1:57]*Dycedarg Beoulve shakes his head and goes to his personal wardrobe to change out of his business suit into one of his fancier suits. Maybe the one that was laced with moonstones, so that it sparkled brighter as the night went on...? Yes, that sounds perfect for a date with Mettaton.
[2:18]*Official MTT EX is probably living in some lavish high-rise studio apartment somewhere. And really, he probably shouldn't even be able to afford such a place yet, but as cantankerous as his boss acts, he knows how to push buttons to get what he wants. A nice home, nice clothes, nice funding for accessories and add-ons for his body. And it's close by, so he can easily come in to NSM and bother Dycedarg, or come right on time when he's scheduled to actually do some work at the studio itself.

So he trots home quickly, and soon finds himself in front of the full-sized triple-mirror by his wardrobe, pauldrons already removed, and holding different clothes to himself, and a myriad of boots, all with heels, set aside. Finally he selects a short dress with a wide collar, and a cute pair of boots. But now... hmmm. He pauses for a moment, before his hair starts to grow itself out. Would he look nicer with longer or shorter hair? Up, or down? He wonders what Dycedarg would prefer.


Time to call up Dycedarg's cellphone! RING RING
[2:19]Official MTT EX: (( i wonder if dycedarg has a special ringtone for mettaton on his phone

and if he does, did he choose it himself, or did mettaton steal his phone and add it himself ))
[2:19]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((Part of me wants to say that Death by Glamour is the ringtone and he added it himself))
[2:20]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((sometimes he'll call Dycedarg in the middle of a meeting just to see if it plays))
[2:20]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((Normally I wouldn't use game music but Death by Glamour is just so aggressively Mettaton that I can't separate the two))
[2:20]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((he probably wrote it in this universe))
[2:21]Official MTT EX: (( yes he most certainly did ))
[2:22]Official MTT EX: (( alternatively, The Sun Always Shines On TV by A-Ha, if only for the opening lines ))
[2:23]*Dycedarg Beoulve just finished changing into his Moonstone Suit, glittering like the night sky itself, when his cell phone began ringing. It was definitely Mettaton, he'd recognize that song he forcefully implanted onto his phone anywhere. He picked up the phone and answered it, and decided to be just a little naughty and lace his voice with some seductive magic. "Yes?~ This is Dycedarg~"
[2:24]Official MTT EX: (( "*piano intro* TOUCH MEEEEEE. HOW CAN IT BEEE? BELIEVE MEEEEEeeEEEE, THE SUN ALWAYS SHIIIINES ON T.V. HOOOLD MEEEeeEEE CLOSE TO YOUR HEEEAAAART. TOUCH MEEEEE. AND GIVE ALL YOUR LOVE TO MEEEEeeee TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" ))
[2:26]*Official MTT EX giggles the moment he hears that voice. Ohhhh, Dycedarg sounds so naughty all of a sudden! It makes Mettaton do a cute little dance on his toes, biting his lower lip, fangs poking out over it. "Dycedarg Sweetiiiiie!" He coos. "I'm not sure... Do you prefer longer or shorter hair?"
[2:43]*Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles. "Longer, definitely. It frames your face so well~" He's decided to use his voice to wind Mettaton up until his metal body felt like it was made of clockwork.
[2:45]*Official MTT EX is certainly starting to get wound up, twirling back and forth as he listens, watching his hair grow long in the mirror again. "How long, Darling~? And do you prefer it free, or an up-do of sorts?"
[2:49]*Dycedarg Beoulve leans back in his office chair. "Leave it free, sweetheart~ All the better to play with it at dinner...and I know just the place. I'll be by to pick you up soon, my superstar. Catch you then~" With that, he hung up. Time to finish getting ready and take the robot out.
[2:58]*Official MTT EX never got an answer on how long to make his hair! Time to make it mid thigh-length, then. He can always draw it in if Dycedarg finds it a bit too long. He flips he now-long hair playfully, raking his fingers through it. The dress is also of a thicker material, making the shape of his chestplate a little less obvious. It's loose, too, but the waist cinches in just slightly thanks to a rhinestone studded belt hung loosely about his waist, although it dangles slightly off one hip. The skirt of the dress itself is more like a long shirt, stopping at his upper to mid thighs and leaving his legs bare- the sleek cover for his legs already looks like nice leggings anyhow..

He chooses for himself a pair of short, heeled boots with semi-baggy cuffs and a few more rhinestones, pulling his other boots off with a click- no actual feets! The fresh boots are then clicked into place. he also finds himself some jewelery, a simple necklace with a long chain and a star-shaped pendant, and matching star shaped 'earrings'- they attach magnetically under his hair to his pseudo-ears, clicking into place. The sleeves of the dress are long, but he also slides a bracelet with star-charms onto his wrist, over the sleeve itself.

All set~! Now to just wait for Dycedarg to show up already..... And, standing beside the door, Mettaton starts to squirm, thinking about the voice over the telephone. Fucking Dycedarg!!!
[3:09]*Dycedarg Beoulve has also gotten suitably prepared, wearing his elaborate signet ring, a pair of ear studs with light blue gems in them, his three-piece suit laced with sparkling moonstones, and of course, his White Lion cologne. He stepped out to where his chauffeur, Diane, was waiting for him with the limo, and soon he was on his way to Mettaton's ridiculously fancy apartment. Hopefully he'll recoup that investment swiftly off of Mettaton's many talents, or else that's just going to become an eyesore to him.

To relax himself, he begins humming to get the magic in his voice all charged up for a powerful charm. With the right words, the robot will be putty in his hands. Even more than he usually is, anyway.
[3:16]*Official MTT EX will most definitely make up for how much he costs, seeing as he's an actually phenomenally talented singer-dancer-actor robot. He could also probably make up for it with sex. As if he wouldn't do that for free, anyhow. he thinks Dycedarg is rather cute, after all.

Still standing at his door, Mettaton taps at his phone, getting a little fussy. It doesn't help that that phone call was much hotter than it should be and they didn't even SAY anything sexy!! "Come onnn, Dycie~..."
[23:56]*Dycedarg Beoulve arrives at the apartment building he set Mettaton up in and stepped out of his limousine, Diane patiently idling at the front door while Dycedarg walked inside. He took the elevator straight to the penthouse (of course Mettaton lives in the penthouse) and will be arriving on the top floor very soon
[23:58]*Official MTT EX of course lives in the penthouse!! WHAT KIND OF STAR WOULD HE BE IF HE DIDN'T??? Also he's getting impatient, holding his phone out at arm's length to take a selfie of him pouting. He sends it to Dycedarg with the message "I don't like waiting, Darling!"
[0:04]*Dycedarg Beoulve sees the selfie and smirks while taking one of his own, sending it to the sexy robot with the message "It won't be long now"
[0:07]*Official MTT EX recognizes that elevator! :D He bounces excitedly on his toes, heels clicking on the fancy stone-tiled floor at the threshold of his apartment.
[0:15]*Dycedarg Beoulve straightens his tie just before the elevator dings, and the doors open! He strides boldly towards the sexy robot in the sweater-dress waiting for him and extends an arm for him to take. "Hello, gorgeous. Miss me?" All the charged charm magic in his throat from the car ride over is released all at once, and Mettaton is the only one who was within earshot, so he gets to soak it all in
[0:20]*Official MTT EX is literally blasted with the full brunt of that charged up charmed up voice, and his normally star-shaped pupils literally change to little hearts and he has to physically restrain himself from squealing. It only half works, Mettaton makes a high, muffled noise from behind his lips, fangs biting down onto his lower lip.

"Oh, absoLUTEly, Dyce-darling~." He practically purrs, gladly curling an arm around Dycedarg's bicep. "You look AMAZING, by the way. But how about me~?"
[0:31]*Dycedarg Beoulve pats that arm curled around his own. "Oh, you look nothing less than stunning, my dear. But then, you always do." He leads the way to the elevator for the trip down to the ground floor, the limo, and the drive to the restaurant for their date
[0:37]*Official MTT EX literally has a little skip in one of his steps at that dual-compliment as Dycedarg leads him into the elevator, biting those pretty fangs over his lip again as he gives a low giggle. "Oh, Sweetie~, you're SUCH a flatterer." He coos, and the moment they're situation in the elevator, he hugs that arm a bit tighter, resting his other hand against Dycedarg's forearm. "Sooooo, you said you had someplace in mind~?"
[0:56]*Dycedarg Beoulve pets Mettaton's hair as the elevator begins its descent. "Yes, a lovely place where the highest of high society tends to eat, the Lion's Club. Normally it only takes reservations, and three months in advance at that. However, I recently decided to make a significant investment into it, so now I have a table for life." Honest, if that's all he gets out of the investment, that would be enough. "Nothing but the best for my darling superstar~"