[There's something to be said for snacks. There still aren't many answers to be had, and Wash isn't sure where to find them yet, but he can always grab a snack while planning his next move. That should help, right?]
[He doesn't quite make it to the cafe before running into Papyrus. Or at least, he thinks it's Papyrus, but the glitches-where-a-face-should-be thing is. Um.]
[God he hopes glitching isn't contagious.]
[But he takes a seat at the cafe's edge, a good six feet or so away from Papyrus, and waves, a little awkwardly.]
Hey. Are you...doing okay?
[Which is about the nicest way he can phrase what happened to your face?!]
[Athena, meanwhile, has no such reservations about Papyrus' brand new resting glitchface; she's more worried about her little dog friend - namely, the fact that he's not here. She plops down near Papyrus and yowls angrily. Where's her friend? Did whatever got you get your little dog too? Because she will destroy it for that transgression.]
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[He doesn't quite make it to the cafe before running into Papyrus. Or at least, he thinks it's Papyrus, but the glitches-where-a-face-should-be thing is. Um.]
[God he hopes glitching isn't contagious.]
[But he takes a seat at the cafe's edge, a good six feet or so away from Papyrus, and waves, a little awkwardly.]
Hey. Are you...doing okay?
[Which is about the nicest way he can phrase what happened to your face?!]
[Athena, meanwhile, has no such reservations about Papyrus' brand new resting glitchface; she's more worried about her little dog friend - namely, the fact that he's not here. She plops down near Papyrus and yowls angrily. Where's her friend? Did whatever got you get your little dog too? Because she will destroy it for that transgression.]