[Beggers may not be choosers, but they can be coughers. The dog's face scrunches up the moment ketchup hits its tongue, not sure what to make of this much salt and sugar at once, and it coughs a couple times.
Papyrus pauses what he's doing - prodding the blue bones through his weapon, watching how they float through like ghosts - when he notices the sound. He looks up with narrowed eyesockets, glancing around the area, but doesn't yet focus on Sans' location. He's too busy looking at the ground, where the small dog might be.]
Hey, are you okay? Are you choking on a bone???
[That was one time, the affronted dog's expression says. But it makes no move to rush out of the greenery, nor bark a warning about Sans being here. Instead, it grabs a mouthful of grass and starts chewing.]
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Papyrus pauses what he's doing - prodding the blue bones through his weapon, watching how they float through like ghosts - when he notices the sound. He looks up with narrowed eyesockets, glancing around the area, but doesn't yet focus on Sans' location. He's too busy looking at the ground, where the small dog might be.]
Hey, are you okay? Are you choking on a bone???
[That was one time, the affronted dog's expression says. But it makes no move to rush out of the greenery, nor bark a warning about Sans being here. Instead, it grabs a mouthful of grass and starts chewing.]