[Well, the dog is less about that. It spends the next minutes yipping impotently at the sky, as if the bones will come back if it asks nicely - or demands fiercely.
Papyrus glances back that way at the noise, and finally remembers he can glance through the dog's eyes. He does so - just long enough to see the bones' skyward retreat.]
Looks like! Well, that's handled, I guess. So much for catching them... [He's not sure where to get more of them, is there a secretive bones salesperson he hasn't encountered around the boardwalk somewhere?]
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Papyrus glances back that way at the noise, and finally remembers he can glance through the dog's eyes. He does so - just long enough to see the bones' skyward retreat.]
Looks like! Well, that's handled, I guess. So much for catching them... [He's not sure where to get more of them, is there a secretive bones salesperson he hasn't encountered around the boardwalk somewhere?]
Have you seen any others around here??