[Three. And here he is with several gifts from Sans. Clearly, Papyrus is going to need to figure out something to balance the books here, and soon. It's the Bureau of Balance, isn't it? They might throw him in prison or something if he doesn't.
Distracted with pondering gift options, his mouth opens.]
Like it happened to someone else? But also... [The words come out of his mouth before he even intends to say them, the automatic revealing, guessing, and probing from months of a mutual agreement to try and pry memories out.]
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Distracted with pondering gift options, his mouth opens.]
Like it happened to someone else? But also... [The words come out of his mouth before he even intends to say them, the automatic revealing, guessing, and probing from months of a mutual agreement to try and pry memories out.]