The New Order

[PepsiYuuka]

The angel seemed to be quite... distrustful? Or, at least, he clearly had some sort of distaste of him. Mettaton would have pouted, had he had a mouth in this form. Unfortunately, he instead had to settle for moving his arms so he appeared to have his hands on his nonexistent hips. He didn't want to legitimately sass the, or at least an, envoy of god before he had even said anything. But he could certainly pretend he could, and at least get in position for when he inevitably did speak.

After a moment of what Mettaton could only call 'Silent Judging', the angel stepped forward and addressed him. Omni... The Omniverse... Ah yes. He could vaguely recall this. This was a pretty dull world to have anything he wanted in it, though. What if he wanted something more than a blank white slate and a shitty angel judging his every action? Sure, Omni had told him that there would be more people here, but he had thought that more in the sense of 'legions of adoring fans' than 'one other annoying guy'. Well, perhaps he could at least convert what he had into more adoring fans.

Unfortunately, the angel punctuated his words with what was basically 'get away from me, you stupid talking square'. Well, that wasn't very nice. "Oh my. How rude." Mettaton replied, pretending to push his hair out of his nonexistent face. "I'm famous, you know. You could at least show some respect." The robot waggled his finger at the angel who was near him. "And that outfit is hideous on you, by the way. I thought I'd let you know." He had just noticed that... awful hood-collar the angel was wearing. My god. He almost didn't want to travel with the angel now, for fear of being judged.

Still, if he was unfamiliar with the surroundings, it would be best to make an ally of whoever he met. "And where are you to go? Don't tell me you're interested in standing around doing nothing in a blank white void." Mettaton doubted that. But he could at least ask. "I don't see why you shouldn't go off to one of these things on the horizon yourself, honestly. If you're so certain they'll hold interesting things." While keeping his distance, he wheeled in a circle around the angel. It was easier for him to keep moving than to stand still in this form, anyhow. Mastema would just have to get used to it.