[Sometimes, when one is an amnesiac skeleton re(?)discovering his magical talents, one gets so into pulling off cool moves that he doesn't notice anybody approaching.
It helps that there's nobody actually approaching Papyrus, so much as lurking around and silently watching. Sans is a natural at that, even what with being another amnesiac skeleton who doesn't remember gaining his stealthy skills. Maybe it comes with already being the unofficial head of the unofficial Papyrus fan club, what with fixating on that significant photograph so much. Not that Papyrus knows that much - nobody mentioned a picture when they talked, and the skeletons haven't crossed paths much. Not to his knowledge.
Instead, Papyrus is busy practicing what he picked up from the murals in the ruins. Conjuring wisps of magic into scents, sounds, and flashes of light. Occasionally switching it up with a blast of force into a nearby tree, or a burst of darkness that covers the area. All in all, exploring what he can do, without any idea he's showing off for an audience larger than himself and the dog.
His familiar, now, catches the scent even under the smells of prestidigitation. The combination of bones and fried foods is too much for any dog, even a particularly magical one, to disregard. And it trots off into the brush, seeking out the source of those smells.]
D: who stalks the stalker?
It helps that there's nobody actually approaching Papyrus, so much as lurking around and silently watching. Sans is a natural at that, even what with being another amnesiac skeleton who doesn't remember gaining his stealthy skills. Maybe it comes with already being the unofficial head of the unofficial Papyrus fan club, what with fixating on that significant photograph so much. Not that Papyrus knows that much - nobody mentioned a picture when they talked, and the skeletons haven't crossed paths much. Not to his knowledge.
Instead, Papyrus is busy practicing what he picked up from the murals in the ruins. Conjuring wisps of magic into scents, sounds, and flashes of light. Occasionally switching it up with a blast of force into a nearby tree, or a burst of darkness that covers the area. All in all, exploring what he can do, without any idea he's showing off for an audience larger than himself and the dog.
His familiar, now, catches the scent even under the smells of prestidigitation. The combination of bones and fried foods is too much for any dog, even a particularly magical one, to disregard. And it trots off into the brush, seeking out the source of those smells.]