The sharp clicks of his heels are the only sound he makes as he walks through the backstage of the venue, metallic skin gleaming in the artificial light. It's oddly quiet here in comparison to the stage and he aches to make some noise. A quick look to his bodyguard, tall (though not as tall as him), wide and imposing, reminds him that the silence is purposeful.
He shouldn't even be going this way, as his bodyguard has mentioned dozens of times today. If he had been playing it safe, he would have listened to his entire security detail and changed up his habits; leaving out different exits, not talking to fans, keeping his distance. But Mettaton doesn't play it safe. You never make an impression if you don't put yourself into some danger, and he always refuses to be cowed, recent attacks in the news be damned.
At the begging of his sponsors and crew, he at least doesn't go anywhere alone now. Hence the presence of Eric, a mutant with enhanced strength who is escorting him out to his bus to begin their journey to the next arena in Genosha, continuing his island-wide tour.
"Pull up your collar," Eric says gruffly, adjusting the microphone in his ear. "You can't let anyone see your face."
Mettaton rolls his eyes, even as he fluffs up the collar on his trench coat and dips the lip of his hat to cover his face. The dim shimmer from his skin dissipates. "This is the real travesty here. Denying the public my face. They deserve better."
Eric responds with a grunt, putting out his hand to Mettaton's chest and stopping him from walking right out the stage exit. "Me first, remember? Then you follow." The star huffs irritably but complies, hovering backwards as his bodyguard opens the door and steps out into the dark. He only gives it a brief second before he too steps outside.
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He shouldn't even be going this way, as his bodyguard has mentioned dozens of times today. If he had been playing it safe, he would have listened to his entire security detail and changed up his habits; leaving out different exits, not talking to fans, keeping his distance. But Mettaton doesn't play it safe. You never make an impression if you don't put yourself into some danger, and he always refuses to be cowed, recent attacks in the news be damned.
At the begging of his sponsors and crew, he at least doesn't go anywhere alone now. Hence the presence of Eric, a mutant with enhanced strength who is escorting him out to his bus to begin their journey to the next arena in Genosha, continuing his island-wide tour.
"Pull up your collar," Eric says gruffly, adjusting the microphone in his ear. "You can't let anyone see your face."
Mettaton rolls his eyes, even as he fluffs up the collar on his trench coat and dips the lip of his hat to cover his face. The dim shimmer from his skin dissipates. "This is the real travesty here. Denying the public my face. They deserve better."
Eric responds with a grunt, putting out his hand to Mettaton's chest and stopping him from walking right out the stage exit. "Me first, remember? Then you follow." The star huffs irritably but complies, hovering backwards as his bodyguard opens the door and steps out into the dark. He only gives it a brief second before he too steps outside.