[It's fair to be distracted, it's a good show. This part just might ring a couple bells in that skull noggin - Papyrus switches again over to summoning bones. They first appear in a muddled pile, a mix of blue and white that he reaches into by hand to organize. It's not long before he lines them up and directs them to floating around the area, reflexively refining the patterns they organize into as if hints of memories are asserting themselves. He cackles with triumph as they form a wave that rises and fall at a random leaf he's designated the target for this exercise.
Meanwhile, a paw taps on Sans' foot. There the dog sits and stares up at him, tail wagging slowly with expectation - and a dash of canine extortion. Somebody who smells so freshly of fried goods, that expression says, must have some snacks stowed away, yes? And if Sans doesn't, well... It's just so easy for a dog to forget that this is sneaky quiet watching time. So easy to bark. But it's hard to bark when there's food in a dog's mouth. The dog tilts its head. They can have a little understanding, right?]
It doesn't move the same... But they feel so similar. What gives!
[Papyrus, over in the clearing, proceeds unaware of the extortion in progress. He's busy comparing one of the summoned bones and the bone he's wielding like a sword. They're similarly shaped, if slightly differently colored - the weapon is more offwhite, as with age - and very likely from the same source.]
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Meanwhile, a paw taps on Sans' foot. There the dog sits and stares up at him, tail wagging slowly with expectation - and a dash of canine extortion. Somebody who smells so freshly of fried goods, that expression says, must have some snacks stowed away, yes? And if Sans doesn't, well... It's just so easy for a dog to forget that this is sneaky quiet watching time. So easy to bark. But it's hard to bark when there's food in a dog's mouth. The dog tilts its head. They can have a little understanding, right?]
It doesn't move the same... But they feel so similar. What gives!
[Papyrus, over in the clearing, proceeds unaware of the extortion in progress. He's busy comparing one of the summoned bones and the bone he's wielding like a sword. They're similarly shaped, if slightly differently colored - the weapon is more offwhite, as with age - and very likely from the same source.]