ITS THE IN-BETWEEN ONE {p for darky}
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Though anything out of his mouth felt uncertain and broken, as he stared across at John he was able to make sure his gaze, at least, was firm. If by firm you meant so intent he looked like he was trying to stare right through him. His hands were on his hips and though it wasn't quite visible--he'd been biting the insides of his cheeks to make sure his expression didn't falter.

He stiffened--he knew what he'd said only moments before, but it was hard to even just imagine John saying it again without a surge of anger in his stomach, and resting assured in the knowledge that John stood by -- it -- was going to be hard to bear without snapping.

But he could do it; he was prepared, after all. John had caught him by surprise, before. So he just stared, and though his brows had perhaps formed a glare, he didn't let himself break his facade.

"Well, you wouldn't be the first--so go ahead. I'm not going to attack you." He didn't like professing that. It admitted that he had done it already, and he just wanted to forget about it. "Try and provoke me all you want."

That was a challenge, and one he shouldn't have given--he didn't want to be provoked but he figured if he was going to do this, he might as well do it with confidence. Even if he didn't feel any of it. It was only with the ounce of respect he still had for John that he kept from using some pet name for the guy--that and he didn't want to encourage any provocation on John's part.


[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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