[Papyrus stills, to an extent he doesn't usually. Like waiting for a bubble to burst, and not wanting to be the first to jostle it.]
A... a dad. [That sounds about right. A father. Somebody Sans wasn't, but was like, more than Papyrus was.
He puts a hand behind him, lowers himself to sit in the grass. Approximating the height he would've been, back when... things got confusing.] You remember that? Him?
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A... a dad. [That sounds about right. A father. Somebody Sans wasn't, but was like, more than Papyrus was.
He puts a hand behind him, lowers himself to sit in the grass. Approximating the height he would've been, back when... things got confusing.] You remember that? Him?